Transgression of the Culture, Not Transgression of My Body.

There’s a big difference!

I was voice to texting today, describing what I have learned on this journey so far and I said a phrase that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about…”transgression of the culture.”

It was in the context of explaining what I’m into. Because, I am not into degradation. At all, I’ve discovered. I don’t want to hear that you think I’m a dirty slut (perhaps because I’m too literal, and perhaps, because I’m too proud) and I don’t want to hear you say horrible things about women (mostly, because we already live in a world that does it low-key every day and gets bent out of shape when we say anything about it.) These things do nothing for me, except make me angry and argumentative.

However, I do like transgression. I like pushing the edges of what I’m not supposed to do (and perhaps that’s how people who do like degradation feel about it, but I don’t) and I love to flaunt the social constructs. There is much to be transgressed, in an oversexualized culture that hates when people actually love sex, live their lives for pleasure and experiment consensually.

The American cultural messages are confusing: “sex is for beautiful, young people.” “Sex is dirty.” “Sex is for marriage.” “Spice up your marriage or he’ll leave you.” “Be good…