speaking of sex...

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Bottom Space - A Negotiation
Angelique Chambers

I'm proud to call myself
a pervert (a title I adopted
after I read somewhere that
real lesbians do not have sex
like that). My new motto: I fuck
therefore I am. According to a
high school textbook, endorphins
are the chemicals released
by the brain when an individual eats
chocolate, smokes marijuana, engages
in sexual activity or is in
pain. Fucking is blood
pounding in my ears, sting landing
on top of sweat. To me good
sex will never taste like
vanilla, but according to The Courage
to Heal, "for women who are working
to heal beyond their conditioning to
abuse, participating in SM makes
no sense." Survivors hide your
rope. Stop checking out the width
of your date's belt, read politically
correct erotica, practice orgasms
to the tune of I love you (Je t'aime
for the exotically inclined).

The Courage to Heal also
tells us that smells are linked to
memories which are linked to bodies
which may explain why the smell of
leather (belts, jackets, boots) makes me
wet. (Being a vegan I've tried to compensate
for this sin. I bought a nylon harness. I sold my
whip, an instrument that could fit every
positive adjective in the English language--sting-y,
sexy, spiffy even--but was leather just the
same.) The smell of leather plays with my
mind the way sound takes you
back the way every time my top hears
a certain song she thinks of her favorite
drag queen, Nikki Fenmore, swaying
hips and swishing tits (bigger than mine but
made of birdseed) on
any given Thursday in Syracuse,
New York. My cunt remembers the
way leather smells smacking
flesh.

Fuck The Courage to
Heal, live the life that makes
you burn. Create
drama, reclaim plot. For
example--in this scene the
protagonist (who for the purposes of
this poem shall be known only as a very
naughty girl) has red finger-
nails, holds a whip and can do back
flips in stiletto heels. People, be not
afraid to get on your
knees and breathe in the scent of
leather before sliding off
a boot. Be bad--collect
restraints, watch porn, call
your lover Daddy loud enough to
scare the neighbors. Just say no to
mediocre sex. Transform your
bedroom into the remote alley of your
fantasies. Stop worrying about lubricant
staining your bed sheets. Suck on
something.