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-Amazon review. To Have Faith.
There is a part of me in all of the heroines I write. In To Have Faith, Faith O’Leary is the part
of me who wanted to embrace and explore her sexuality. When I read that my
words inspired others to connect with their trues nature, it brought tears to
my eyes.
It is an interesting time to be a woman in America. And by
interesting, I mean fucked up. We are told we can do and be whatever we want,
as long as it fits someone else’s idea of womanhood. Nowhere is this stupid
attitude more prevalent than when it comes to consent.
Consent. That’s right. I’m going there. Why? Because I’ve
recently taken the bull by the horn shall we say and have changed my
expectation of the type of physical relationship I want. It wasn’t a drastic
decision, but one I’ve been contemplating for a while and finally decided to do
something about. As I endeavor on this transition, I’ve learned some
fundamental truths regarding consent.
Truth- I am a sexual human being. I enjoy men. I enjoy being
a woman surrounded by men. I love our differences and I love our similarities.
I love being a girly-girl, and wearing high heels, and hearing my man call me
princess in his growly voice. LOVE IT! When I go out, I will dress sexy and
wear low-cut tops to attract attention.
But Anna. Only sluts go out dressed to attract male
attention in such a fashion.
Uh, no. All animals have their mating rituals. I just go
about it in the way of the peacock, showing off my magnificent plumage. We are
first attracted visually. We see someone who catches our eye and think, “Wow. I
would like to know more about this person.” And then courtship commences.
Where mankind fucks up this process is when it comes to
consent. Yes, I may be dressed to attract a man but that does not mean I am out
to attract ALL MEN. Or even “you” specifically.
People are like puzzle pieces. You see a person you think
may be a good match. You go up and say hello. Let’s say that after a few
moments, you or the other person suggests that maybe you aren’t meant to be. If
this were an actual puzzle, do you mash the pieces together? Scream and yell
and force the pieces to fit? No. You shrug, put the pieces back on the table
and try something else.
That is what we need to do with each other. You are welcome
to talk to me. I am welcome to say no thank you. You move on. You are not
allowed to mash us together. Ever. Ever, ever. Just because I flirt and kiss on
one man does not mean I have to flirt and kiss on you. And that goes both ways.
Just because a man is a man, does not mean they are ready or willing to hook up
with anyone. No means no. Is this concept really so difficult to understand?
Be kind. Be respectful. And get on with your sexy self. You
are allowed to want. You are allowed to desire. And you sure as hell allowed to
lust. You are not a slut. You are not a whore. And you owe no one. Do not let someone tell you who you can or cannot be.
Peace!
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