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at the march to end rape culture, someone had a sign that said “consent gets me hard”.

if you ever wondered why i don’t like sex positive feminism, this is the answer.

Forgive me, I think there were a few typos in there. I ran “consent gets…

Ugh, “male feminists” - once again, making it all about you.

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So I met these guys in Vegas. If I had been back home I would’ve kicked them to the curb, since their personalities sucked (one was pretty racist, and we kept telling him it was awful, and he wouldn’t stop), but they were cute and fun, and I knew I wouldn’t have to see them again. And there was one who wasn’t as bad as the others, probably because he was the only non-white one, and he was the cutest too.

Now, followers, you might know I really have no shame. Not about my body, not about my sexuality, not about my morals, not about the experiences I’ve had and the people I’ve slept with. I also have no filter. Why should I? So these guys knew, before partying with me, that I was a sex-positive queer with a pretty strong kinky side.

So I ended up sleeping with the guy I thought was cute. It was super vanilla sex, but boy went down, and we had a good time. Until he took off the condom and said he couldn’t come with it on. I was like, “Oh bummer. Well, I had fun.” And started to get ready to go. And then he kept pushing me to let him fuck me without a condom. I kept saying no. And he was all like, “I’ll pull out, I promise” as if pregnancy is the worst that can happen. I told him I had an IUD, I wasn’t worried about that. So then he goes, “Oh so you don’t trust me? I’m clean, I promise.” I was totally blunt. “I just met you. Why should I trust you? I’ll never see you again. You could also have an STI without knowing it. Or I could. Why would you trust me? That’s sketchy.” He kept bugging, I kept telling him it was really uncool that he wasn’t dropping it, THEN HE TRIED TO PUT IT IN ME. I was like hellllll no.

So I pushed him away, put on my clothes, and thanked him for the night. He was like, “You’re really going to play me like this? Leave me with blue balls? I really can’t come?” I said, “I couldn’t care less if you came or not. Do you not know how to masturbate? I’ve given you plenty of inspiration. Good night/morning!”

The next day his friend texted my friend saying he said I was a freak. I can’t see how the end of the night made me more freaky than anything else I’d said. So either I’m a freak for liking casual sex, or because I’m non-negotiable when it comes to condoms. If being a sex-positive slut who only engages in safer sex makes me freaky, then yeah, I guess I’m a super freak!