An early release off the forthcoming album from The Dead Lotus Society. Please check them out on Facebook and Twitter and offer up your support!
Something to wet your appetites in the meantime as we finish up this beast of a disc.
Let’s talk about sex.
It’s cute that people still have these preconceived notions that someone into, oh, how shall we say, more “non-traditional” sexual activities will jump at any opportunity presented. Please note the sarcasm. Anyways, moving on.
There’s no shame in sexual exploration and deviance, but, seriously, don’t be a creep. Moreover, your assumption that said deviant will be delighted when you (particularly if you have little to no prior interpersonal history) ask them, for example, to join in a menage-a-trois with your significant other is probably founded largely in misconceptions, and, frankly, plain rude. The same goes for when you send them a picture of your genitalia because “you think they would like it.” Even more so, when your ego is shot and you’re aghast that your assumption is wrong, well, that’s a bit of entitlement that you need to kill.
With that being said, don’t be a jerk. People that like crazy, kinky sex also have standards, and it’s misplaced entitlement to think they’d automatically be down to “do you” based on their intimate activities.
Get to know people, and, Hell, if the conversation point arises, that’s a moment to test the waters. Otherwise, don’t put your junk in their face or pressure them into things because “you heard they were like that.”
Word vomit brought you courtesy of me, Hyatt Llorona.
Oh, Xena, how you manage to capture my exact mood at any moment.
To all the naysayers and critics of feminism that, instead, call themselves “humanists” because of some sense that the word excludes other genders, sexuality, and human rights concerns.
Seriously though, if you’re going to get upset about semantics and not support the core of a movement “because” of those semantics, then you should probably not misuse a term with a predefined meaning.