
I read an article yesterday which discussed a lesbian and a woman who were best friends get married. They moved from Canada to Berlin and only after a period during the lockdown did they realise although they're not sexually attracted they are soul mates. The straight woman met this lesbian when she was exploring her sexuality. Now married they will engage in romantic and sexual pursuits with those they prefer but this is the relationship they want to come home to.
Anyways I considered this phrase over and over. Exploring your sexuality, exploring your sexuality.
When I was a younger woman I explored my sexuality, with men, that entailed holiday romances, interracial dating and at one point what turned out to be an affair.
When I got with my ex whom I really loved and could have seen myself settling with, that changed when he realised how open and free thinking I was. He and like many others decided to go on the war path to breaking me down simply because I didn't conform.
My sexual, emotional and mental needs suddenly were dictated to me by the people who deemed me a heathen. For having friends of different backgrounds. And dating outside my race. Not settling with one, or tolerating the oppressive behaviour.
Anyways this I think is an amazing statement we need to start using when we see a young women or man, gay etc person when dating.
They're not greedy, a slag or a slut or a player when they treat all parties involved fairly.
I'm proud of who I am. I didn't lead anyone on or falsely try to manipulate them into whatever it is I want.
I must admit though that I didn't realise that I could command my life the way I wanted openly. Beyond the person I was with. Publicly I kept my sexual encounters between myself and the man I was with. If my friends asked u did discuss who I was with but. I only ever was known as single or in a relationship when it was with someone long term that I now realised only liked my sexual liberation. But that liberation was frowned upon by himself. Should he need to explain who I was to perhaps a family member.
I am not a slag, I am not a whore, I am not a man thief or a social prior. I, we consented to engaging in whatever we did, and by all accounts it was incredibly vanilla.
But either this is my life, and if im not good enough because I'm loose, or not honouring my roots as a black woman, or giving it away.
Remember this, it's mine to give to whomever and however I deem right.
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