Living an authentic life is my top priority. For years, I pushed my sexuality down. Yet time and time again — it would resurface.
I was terrified that if I let the world know how SEXUAL I am. I would be punished. And I was right. Since revealing my sexual self to the world:
- I’ve lost friends and family members
- I’ve been told that I should have been drowned at birth
- I’ve been labelled a walking STD
- I’ve been informed by religious folk that I am doomed for hell
Fierce female sexuality scares the crap out of people. It makes people feel uncomfortable. That’s what thousands of years of sexual repression does
Women attack me within the safety of their mobs. Men deal with me by turning into awkward giggly school boys who have just discovered their dicks.
I’m that girl who makes people act strangely by BEING AUTHENTICALLY HERSELF. But do you know what would be worse? Fitting in with a bunch of dishonest fakes!
So, how does the average person deal with sexual shame?
I’ll tell you. They project it on to sexual women like me.
SHE’S A SLUT
SHE HAS PSYCHOLOGICAL ISSUES
SHE HAS INTERNALISED MISOGYNY
HER SEXUALITY IS THE RESULT OF HER RAPE & SEXUAL ABUSE
SHE HAS NO SELF ESTEEM
SHE’S AN ATTENTION SEEKING WHORE
HER ARTICLES TURN ME ON. SO I WILL DEGRADE HER FOR MAKING ME FEEL LUST
I’m a creative girl but what is creative energy? It’s sexual energy! And where does my sexual energy come from? My cunt of course!
Without my cunt there would be:
no low budget sexual films
no greyhound bus from Perth to Melbourne
no erotic art therapy
no sensual photo shoots
no one woman show
no candid statuses on social media
My cunt is my creative powerhouse. It’s where ‘everything I am comes from.
I wake up EVERY day with a pussy that is soaking wet and ready to be fucked. How many women can say that?
From there, I make coffee and start CREATING. More juice is produced. Both on the page and in between my thighs.
Let me give you some facts.
I’m 41. I no longer have the dewy skin or body that I had at 21. But I get more attention from men than I’ve ever had. I’m not talking about men who read my columns or men who are privy to my sexual thinking. I’m talking about men on the streets.
Men are biologically geared to hunt down women who want to fuck. They can sniff (for lack of a better word) a sexual woman out, from miles away. Men have an inner-sense of sexual authenticity. A woman can’t buy that shit. It’s internal.
Sexy clothes? Fake tan? A boob job? They are all external. They have nothing to do with being liberated or sexy. If you think you can purchase sexiness. You’re sadly mistaken!
My authenticity was originally born from sexual shame. I once was sexually repressed too. That’s why I do what I do. That’s why I say what I say.
I hope to be a Mother in the next 5 years. And I want my son to have a deep respect and understanding of fiercely sexual and promiscuous women. I want my daughter to stand proud in her sexuality and to follow her carnal desires without shame or apology.
Overt sexual expression may not be the right choice for others but it’s definitely the right choice for me. I own it with EVERY part of my being.
And just when you think you’ve SHUT ME DOWN with your mob rule. Like a fucking flower that shoots through a crack in the cement. I will blossom and RISE to kiss the sun.