Sex walks behind you

Cast aside all the people seeking to direct and exploit your sexuality. And then admit, sex is really there. It's such a vital feeling within you, so much more vital than most of your other feelings.

It doesn't fit with the rest of you. It is impishly independent, defiant, mischievous. It is powerful. much more powerful than you are generally. It can damage so much.  I doubt its menace can be truly contained by a healthy, liberal politics of sexual acceptance. Sex by its nature does not concur with the healthy and liberal.

There is an ethics of sexual activity. You have a responsibility there. But sexual feelings leap free of any net of  responsibility in which you try to contain them.

I see sex itself as my seducer. He creeps up on me, grabs me by the waste, consumes me.

My legs thrash in helpless abandonment.

'I am Debbie. I am a slutty submissive nymph.'

I become my appetite. I am hungry. This bitch is on heat. This nymph is on fire.