Vent:
This isn't my usual type of post, but I need this off my chest. I am so exhausted of people making decisions for me. As though I am not a competent and accomplished adult.
For a man to decide that i am primarily a sex object, to then turn around and remove himself from my life because others have seen me as he does? Fuck. Fuck! There is wrath in me. The kind to rival the ocean.
To suddenly decide that I am not worth pursuing. That, all of a sudden, it would be a wicked thing to find himself interested in me. For what? Because it is unthinkable to touch something damaged? Because I am spoiled goods?
My wants, suddenly, are irrelevant. As all woman's opinions eventually become irrelevant. As our desires become obsolete. It is 2026, why does a man get to decide what i can handle? Where do they get the idea that I, a sex trafficking survivor, cannot feel lust or desire? Who are they to demand a boundary they were very happy not to have before?
This, dearest, is beyond unfair. It is unfeminist, infantalising, and demanding of a performance of victimhood. A perversion of the madonna whore complex.
To say it, completely. To scream it into the world so it will stop sitting so heavy on my heart.
I am a sex trafficking survivor. I am a human being. I have lust, and desire. I both want and enjoy sex. I have the right and ability to say how much I can handle, and where I need to stop. And taking these decisions from me, deciding I must be treated delicately, is truly just a demand for me to perform victimhood and trauma in a way that is to your liking. It is unfeminist, and dehumanising.
I am a human. I have desire. It is for me to decide my boundaries.
You have permission to reblog. I know it is not only me that feels like this. And it is important for people to hear this.
















