I think sex is wonderful, crazy, beautiful, erotic, exotic, dangerous, thrilling and utterly mystifying. People who are willing to risk prison for sex. People who are willing to risk perfect relationships, jobs, lives for sex. It amazes and dumbfounds me. I believe so many things are linked to sex (and not just our human way of advertising with it, because sex does sell), but it's that primal, primitive instinct that we all share. When all else fails...
I like to think of myself as a sexual pioneer. Fierce and full of life, powerful in my confidance, sensual in my sisterhood. I embrace and celebrate my sexuality, and others, with joyful gusto. When tied down by jobs and schedules and family affairs, sex has been my freedom. For sex, much like writing and dancing, enables me to be whomever I want for a night. Within it I find my own capacity to transform into something secular, high voltage...the current that ties body and soul and creativity without hesitation. Sex, it its many magical forms, encourages people to express. Be it good or bad, wise or foolish. It is a gamble most play, a forbidden exile. From the loins of Mae West to the stilettos of Lily St Cyr to the binding leather of Betti Page, sexual revolution has enraptured human kind and taken its breath away.
I've thrown myself neck deep into the sex industry. From stripping to private and public shows of all colors and genres. In dancing, performing, I've found so many different parts of who I am. Shall I be a whip-wielding Mistress, or a coy Fairy-girl in a long satin white dress? Often as I stood in a dressing room, it came to mind that I was a girl playing the part of a girl. I've also found, in my younger days at a club with private rooms, that I could be some odd form of a sexual psychologist. In a tiny room, men would pay me to reviel what they could not show their wives or lovers. Men who liked the feeling of red lace panties, or the sensation of a boot pressed unyieldingly to their throats. By encouraging them to express their own quirks, I felt a sense of meaning. Their gratitude for that simple service was as satisfying as the money I earned doing it. At times, it was like looking into the perverted heart of America, and I thrived on it.
Sex is the one subject I never shy away from. In that uniquely mine individuality, I feel that I blossom into some horrifyingly whole phantasm...I feel the change, but it can't be seen. It's the charge, the challenge, the overwhelming joy of discovery, and rediscovery. Be it with a man or a woman, vanilla or hard core, I embrace this freedom...and it embraces me. It is in my core, in my blood.
So go out; feast, enjoy, play and romp. Children have their playgrounds, so why can't adults? Be safe, be anonymous, be Totally Out There. And Be Well, friends.