atlas humped.
By jameson • Jun 19th, 2007 • Category: PoliticsThis is how it works: I sit on the MUNI (San Francisco’s bus/train/public transportation nightmare) and find myself staring at the girl across from me. She, like so many San Franciscans, seems familiar and yet I cannot place how I know her. Most people would run down the line of “school? party? friend of a friend?”, and in the end, would maybe feel comfortable saying hello.
However. More often than not, I find myself wondering, “Did I help her pick out Bella Loves Jenna the other day? Or maybe sell her a Sparkle Plug? Was she the one who was looking for larger dildos that would work her up to being fisted?”
Should she be one of the former group, saying hello is totally okay. Should she be in the latter crew of familiar faces, hello is out of the question. I respect the privacy of our customers, and leave store-gained information in the store. I will never point to you (or her) and say “she’s the one with the thing!”. Nope, never.
And then I got to thinking….
What if all the sex-positive people just left? What if we all picked up and moved to a pretty green spot somewhere, a la Atlas Shrugged? What if, what if instead of being a selfish bitch lookin’ for money, Dagny was a sweet girl on a mission to have great sex? And John Galt was really a Carol Queen, reigning over the sex workers and educators, cool aunts and gay best friends, who were all sick and tired of being abused by a hypocritical government that said “No sex other than married sex!” and then fucked a few guys up the ass on their lunchbreak? What then?
What if the only sources of sex education were people who didn’t want you to have sex? What if, in that world, people would totally yell across the bus to you, “Hey! You’re the girl I sold the ___ to the other day! Pervert!”
What would happen then?
What would happen if there was no one fighting for your rights to sexual pleasure, your pursuit of happiness?
There would be more war. There would be more anger. More frustration, depression, lost souls not knowing what to do with their idle hands. Sex would have feet cemented in shame, and shame breeds destruction like acceptance breeds strength. This country would not be a fun place to live.
But we have gone nowhere. We’re still here. The Carols and the Dans and the Susies, the Good Vibrations and Babelands, the Bellas, Shines, Violets, the Planned Parenthoods, the LYRICs, and NoFauxxxs. We’re here, along with hundreds of other organizations and businesses that respect you and your decisions surrounding your own sexuality. We would never leave you.
I hope you join me in celebrating sexual freedom this Pride season. Masturbate a little extra, donate some money to the sex-positive group of your choice, buy some porn. Most importantly, speak up. Don’t be afraid of your sexuality, and don’t be afraid to defend it. There are more of us than you think, I promise.
Proudly an A.L. pervert,
.jameson.
jameson >> a very wholesome looking pervert who is a sex cheerleader by day, super sex cheerleader by night. she majored in women's studies but hates assumed gender differences, loves porn, and was never taught how to think her words are worthless, so obviously she likes to write (and talk and talk and talk, fast).
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Awesome post, you tell ‘em. The world needs to hear this, like, now.
Well said, A.L.!!!!