Like, I like what sex pos is supposed to be, but honestly let me tell you how the relentless “kink comes from a place of sweetness and light” party line is fucking exhausting. Let me tell you that my sexuality is a dark, ugly fucked up place that comes from places of being profoundly damaged in a lot of ways.
A lot of the way I fuck is a coping mechanism, but it’s a healthy coping mechanism. I’m not damaging myself. I understand what I’m doing and why. But it is scary and it is ugly and it is NOT FUCKING SUNSHINE AND FLUFFY BUNNIES. It shouldn’t have to be sunshine and fluffy bunnies to be valid and okay.
Sometimes sex is fucked up and weird and unsettling and gross and you know what? To quote the Backstreet Boys, I want it that way. I don’t want my sexuality to be palatable and nice and accessible and friendly. I want it to be seedy, and unsanitized and ugly.
I want it to be grotesque and dirty. Making it friendly and cheery utterly undermines what I’m about. My sexuality is adversarial. My sexuality is prickly and ugly and cold unless I invite you in. My sexuality doesn’t want your acceptance. It wants to push away everyone who I do not expressly choose.