Coming Out of the Kinky Closet

So although this particular piece of art is not specifically about my kink or my sexuality, it is alive with sex and pulsing with vigor. It is relevant as fuck because I channeled it this year, in the midst of my sexual self-discovery. It came to me and I wrote it in about 10 minutes which is kind of remarkable because it takes 5 minutes to read. So I was just furiously writing trying to keep up with what was coming out of me.

I read this at a public art show today and am cross-posting it on this blog, Facebook and Fetlife profile.  I gave my real name on Fetlife and my Fet name in real life.   (Torch the Witch) A little scary because there may be fallout, after all, my business is teaching children.   And for some reason this might dis-qualify me.  (Arms open to the sky- ‘Do what thou wilt.’ )

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At some point we have to throw down the gauntlet. So I demand to know, I demand an answer as to WHY I can’t be fully who I am, a sexual woman, a creator and artist, a teacher of children, a writer, a comedian, a mother, a lover, a speaker, an activist, a member of my community. Why must I compartmentalize and pretend that my sexuality does not exist?

It is the literal definition of insanity to pretend that something real does not exist. Sorry folks, not my cup of tea.

I refuse this nonsensical dichotomy anymore. I will not participate in the hypocrisy, in the wet-blanketing of our wholeness, our sexuality, our humanity.

Enjoy “I AM”.

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