During the month of April (For Twitter users) there is a very sexy and fun hashtag called #30daysoflingerie. I was super excited when I found it, late of course, but I joined it anyways. I figured it would be an incredibly fun way to connect with sexy people and show off a little. And it started as just that, finding lingerie, taking selfies and posting to twitter. And I had the added fun of sending the best ones to my partner (who is not on twitter) for a little extra hint of exhibitionism. I was part of a group and it felt exhilarating to share my sexy side in a way that was outside of my blog or Patreon. And my followers for the most part were super supportive and extremely welcoming of this little bit extra.
So, all was fun and games, right up until post 10, and that’s when I learned a hard, but valuable lesson. I do not like aggression, and I absolutely loath it from women. Yup, I went ahead and said it. Being exposed to highly aggressive people, especially in a sexualized environment where I already feel vulnerable and exposed will and did push me over the edge. As a result, I have officially quit playing the game that I was originally so excited about. But I learned I a great lesson about what I find attractive and can now better articulate something that really turns me off.
I am turned on by assertive, and confident people. I want to surround myself with them both in and out of the bedroom because they challenge me to be better. And I love that feeling of intellectual discourse blended with a person who knows what they want and are not afraid to ask for it. And further to that, I get instantly wet if the person they want, is me. Being wanted by someone I prize is indeed a sexual high point for me. Oh swoon, that, and that alone… Ok I need a moment. Phew… back on track here.
There is a line between aggression and assertiveness, and after this hashtag I forced myself to analyze exactly what crossing the line really meant to me. I have been put off before, but could never quite articulate what the turnoff was, well, until now. Unprompted crass or crude behaviour, and or the encouragement of negativity, are the two main things that stand out after a few days of soul searching and analysis.
Let me explain. I do not find strangers demanding that I give them more, or brag that they would get me off in heartbeat if they were in my bed to be a turn on. Nor, does an aggressive proclamation of just where they would stick it if I spread my legs wider for them garnish any type of arousal. It does not encourage me to take sexier pictures, in fact, quite the opposite. Being objectified that roughly, makes me want to stop showing off altogether. I like light, sexy, playful and flirty when it comes to text and in person conversations of a sexual nature. And I love being told that an image of mine is driving someone wild, or they can’t wait to get home to their partners as a result. That is the line of what makes a turn on for me and why I show off, knowing my images are having a positive affect. So crude objectification, in my books, is bad, and not sexy.
Now onto the point of encouraging bad behaviour or negative emotions. First, I don’t equate sex with being bad or naughty. For my personal sex life, I love passion and fun above all other things. And to the point of this blog, I don’t ever want to feel dirty or used by some random internet stranger. It is vulgar to me. So that’s why I post pictures that I feel are pretty, or artistic or just really freaking hot to me. That’s my prerogative when it comes to sex. There are no mixed messages here, and nothing in my language that is up for negotiation. Any rough play, or BDSM, is the one place that is completely private for me and off limits to the public. I require complete trust in this regard and obviously there is no trust present with internet strangers. And if you’ve met me in person, while very open, you know I speak my mind, within the firm boundaries I have put in place. I know many people get turned on by raunchy and dirty language, and I in no way am trying to shame those people. Just simply stating that it doesn’t work for me. I don’t need a bunch of strangers objectifying me to get off. I have a fabulous sex life, and writing my blog, posting pictures and showing off on Patreon are simply an extension of that. If I wanted to be spoken to dirty, I promise you, I would ask. Until that time, remember you are on a public forum, and you’re not nearly as anonymous as you think you are.
And that’s a great segue way into the second component of this, internet strangers trying to encourage negative behaviour in me. Reading that a person wants to get me angry or riled up so I post more dirty pictures is quite off putting, especially from a woman. Part of the reason I specify women here, is that with a man, I feel comfortable calling them out, or muting or even blocking if they don’t learn their lesson. With a woman though, I can’t quite let go of my biases with regards to not looking like a bitch, or perceived as such by other females. So I let it slide, or nervously giggle even though I’m enraged and disgusted. Again, I know it’s sexist, but with men I can handle shutting them down, but women, I just want to crawl into a hole and avoid the entire encounter. I have troubles rationalizing why anyone would feed off of negativity or want more of it. It is a complete libido killer to me, and that’s where I find myself right now. The lingerie challenge has lost its appeal for me. I have encountered some incredibly aggressive women who made me feel uncomfortable and dirty. And rather than deal with it, I have chosen to stop playing. My terms, my choice.
But I don’t regret the lessons I have learned from the experience. I know more about my turn ons and turn offs as a direct result of this hashtag and my involvement in it. And I want to make my final statement very clear, I am writing this post, for me and my sexuality. I am not in anyway asking anyone to change or modify their behaviours because everyone’s sexuality and turn ons are unique. We aren’t born with a user manual of sexual attraction, and in this case, I learned more about myself by putting my images out there, than I would have by just avoiding. But I know when to quit. When things aren’t fun anymore, and the lessons have been learned, it’s time to move on. So thanks to the wonderful and amazing people that discovered me while doing this challenge, I hope you stick around, but if not, no hard feelings. It was fun while it lasted.