Sex and The Spirit of FU

Oh what a waste of time it was for people like me - people who fell between the cracks of the sexual revolution of yesteryear and the flamboyant ego-shredding epic sexual Fuck-You-a-Thon of today. How I missed out on the well deserved freedom that came with the mindset that every person on the planet deserves a chance to be wild, free, nekkid and joyful.

Instead, I got married. And not only that, I got married to someone who made sure that I knew that I was substandard, vile and thoroughly un-fuckable. Which was peculiar to me, because Im a beautiful, super sexy woman. Alas, even a beautiful woman can be made to believe she is unacceptable - if she puts her trust in the wrong Svengali. Forget why we married - its been over for ages, but holy hell, did I buy into that trash trap, hook, line and sinker. And while everyone was out there fucking their brains out, I was deep under the water, sunk, wondering why I was left out - but never having the nerve to swim up for air.

My wanton, lusty, free-spirited Sagittarian nature was subdued with the poison of practiced self-hate, instilled in me by the man that I married. And he taught me well. So well, in fact, that I spent about twenty years believing that I may very well be the secret key in how to make men vomit should they even think of having sex with me. Oh, the marriage was over and kaput long before then, but the lessons I took with me - hey, I made body-hate my religion at that point. I thought of myself as the Anti-Sex.

Today, I look around and see people putting up photos of themselves - all kinds of people, male, female, old, young, skinny, fat, ragged, bizarre, sloppy, sickly - all having amazing fun being who they are - with other people, in sexual situations. All those lovely earthlings living sexual lives of self-acceptance. How did they get that free? How did I miss that boat?

All the lies I sold myself - that maybe I was just not a sexual person (ha!) - that maybe I was just a man inside a womans body (more ha!) - that sex was overrated (triple ha!) - or the worst: that I was above it (laugh riot of ha!) Oh the years that I spent in the dark, believing that the world of sex and self-acceptance was something meant for others, but never for me.

What had happened was that there were a whole bunch of mes out there who were a lot braver than I, who, as individuals, came out of the closet of self loathing and decided to say Fuck You! to the ideals and the standards of what society was selling us. The crappy, repression-oriented husbands were finally being chucked out of the consciousness, and the new awareness started to rise up like a phoenix. We - and I say we because I am finally including myself in the group of sexual beings who will not shut up and pretend were repulsive - WE knew that even though we werent porn stars or supermodels, we were alive, we were human and we all had needs, and that our needs were significant, real and honest.

And so, sex positivity started to rise. No longer would there be a gate that would keep us out; all were and are welcome. Have sex, make it kinky, make it sweet, make it anyway you want it, but whatever you do, dont make it full of self hate, and for the love of everything you hold dear - dont deny yourselves this pleasure.

Life is short. We have very few things that last a lifetime - and sex may not even be one of them. Whatever you do, whatever you CAN dodont ever believe that you are anything less than beautiful, no matter what you look like. Dont ever believe a person who tells you that you are not worthy; thats a very dangerous waste of time, and time is limited.

And if you do find yourself believing that youre not worthy of being loved intimately, then ask yourself this: Am I going to live forever? If the answer is no, then do yourself a favor and get yourself laid. And why? Because its fun, its gorgeous, its freeing, its powerful, its magical and its your birthright as a human being.

Now run along earthlings, theres sex to be had.