Saying Yes

There has been a lot of controversy lately about sexual consent. A lot of it involves alcohol and coercion issues. Some of it involves the social dynamics between the two people. Whenever you discuss consent, people often bring up a lot of 'but what if. . ?' scenarios. I don't want to get into the arguments about all of that. If you read the blog, you basically know how I see it. Instead, I want to talk about the beauty of consent itself.

There is a deep and astounding sense of joy when someone says yes to you. Knowing that this other person wants you as much as you want them is one of the more profound moments any of us will ever experience. It's probably one of the times we feel the most expanded as a person, the most alive. This person we feel desire for looked at us and said yes. All of the attraction we feel is also felt by them. The chemistry is all real and pure and completely, for a while, uncomplicated.

To me, and yes I realize this may only be TO ME, that is the meaning of sexual purity. Two people who desire each other equally. This is clean sex. It's sex without trickery or violence or hesitation. This is passion. This is choice. This is true sexual freedom. I honestly don't understand why anyone would want less than that.