I don’t buy the lie that sexuality has to fit in somebody else’s box. Gay, straight, queer—those labels don’t define the truth of you. Who you’re attracted to, who you touch, who you love, how you build relationships] none of that has to be handed over for outside approval.
I’ve watched too many people fold themselves small to fit a script they never wrote. That script was built by the same systems that police bodies, police desire, and control the words we’re “allowed” to use to name ourselves.
We’ve been trained to measure our worth by scarcity. To treat love like a market and desire like a commodity. To swipe and shop for “the best” and buy all we can afford. And then we’re told, quietly but constantly: You’ll never really belong.
That’s not truth. That’s training.
Training that says love is rationed. Pleasure is conditional. Sexuality is a permission slip someone else has the power to tear up.
Fuck that.
My sexuality is yes.
Audre Lorde taught me that the erotic isn’t just sex that’s where most people get it wrong. It’s a well of power. A resource for living fully. It’s joy as resistance. It’s connection that bows to your deepest yes. And when you start from abundance, that well doesn’t run dry.
In abundance, there’s no hierarchy of who’s “allowed” to feel whole. No ranking of relationships or people. No performance for an audience that isn’t even watching. Sexuality is fluid. Self-defined. Alive.
Desire stops being a shield.
It becomes a mirror.
And you finally see yourself—unapologetic, unshaken, untamed.