In a world where sexual liberation is celebrated like a badge of honor, have we forgotten the importance of protecting our hearts?
I’m all for breaking free from shame and embracing our desires, but I just really wonder: How do we walk the fine line between empowerment and emotional self-preservation? Is it possible to have it all: The fun, the freedom, and the feelings without losing ourselves in the process? (Asking so I can answer my therapist)
What does “sexual liberation” even mean, anymore?
Let’s start with the basics: sexual liberation. A promise of endless possibilities.
For some, it’s the thrill of exploring uncharted territories. For others, it’s the simple act of saying, “No, thank you,” without an ounce of guilt. But in today’s society, where everyone’s sexy IG reel is just a swipe away, have we redefined liberation to mean living up to someone else’s expectations?
I just keep wondering: Are we living our truth, or are we playing a role in someone else’s fantasy? Maybe liberation isn’t about doing more or being dauntless; maybe it’s about choosing what feels right for you (and sticking to it).
The art of setting boundaries (Sorry, not sorry)
I once heard someone (again, my therapist) saying that boundaries help to keep everything in place so you can move with confidence. And honestly, he might be onto something.
In my opinion, boundaries don’t kill the vibe; they elevate it. They’re my safety net that allow me to navigate the wild, promiscuous amazingly hot and pleasureful world of the gay apps without getting emotionally drained.
But here’s the thing: it’s way easier to say that we must set boundaries, rather than doing it. (theory vs practicing).
I honestly don’t know why, we (or am I the only one?) to feel guilty for prioritizing our own emotional well-being? Like, how do you say “I’m totally into groupsex porn, but maybe I’m not ready for that … yet?”without throwing away some future opportunities or on-going chats.
I mean: Are we liberated or just lost?
So, here we are, if feels that sexual freedom is more accessible than ever. But are we truly liberated, or are we just filling the silence with hookups and hashtags? Is liberation about saying yes to everything, or is it about having the courage to say no when it matters most?
I try to remember, all the times I’ve pushed my boundaries in the name of “fun,” only to find myself picking up the emotional pieces later. Maybe the ultimate act of liberation isn’t about what we do but how we “honor” ourselves while doing it.
Final Thoughts
Sexual liberation isn’t a one-size-fits-all feeling. It’s messy, personal, and constantly evolving. But one thing is clear: boundaries aren’t the enemy (as I thought it was), they’re the anti-heroes of our liberation journey.
In a nutshell: Have fun but it’s okay too if you say “no”, or “I’ll think about it”.
