Often when we’re hungry, we don’t know what we want.
When it comes to sex, I’m pretty vanilla. I like touching and teasing and taunting; I like it smooth like an aged bourbon; of course I like the Big Bang, but if two people, whether it’s a man and a woman, or two men, or two women, if they’re attracted to each other, the Universe will be reborn.
So now comes the conundrum: With the advent of the internet, we, as a society, have accepted behaviors. And not the garden variety behaviors. Oh no, the internet is now exposing us to extreme behaviors.
I’ve had men text me obscenities. And make no mistake: I am no prude. And I make no judgement on another’s proclivities. We are, wholly, responsible for our own behaviors. It makes no difference what or who we’re “into”.
But the internet provides an open forum for extremes. And I’ve seen extremes lobbed at me across the world. And please, make no judgement, I am not here to judge people and their dalliances, but as a society there must be an extreme.
It is my belief that the envelope continues to be pushed with every distinction: top, bottom, versatile, versatile top/bottom. Do we really need these distinctions?
When people are in bed, aren’t we just people? Don’t we just move together? Do we need all these definitions? All these proclivities?
Im a romantic at heart: one button by one button; one belt loop by one belt loop; one zipper tooth by one zipper tooth.