They called it sexual freedom but years later, why do I feel trapped in my own body, with orders from my mind telling me not to engage, Sexual liberation has moved me to a different cage.
Maybe I'm not ready, Maybe I'm just scared plenty, Maybe I'm not yet comfortable in my own skin, Maybe I want to see a doctor before I jump in, But liberation forces me to try.
I don't really see why but 'everyone does it, my ex-girlfriend did it' 'oh so you think we're bad people because we do it?' 'you obviously don't like me otherwise you'd be cool with it' 'your decision makes ME insecure so fix YOUR problem or this isn't a relationship, is it.'
How is it possible that I love romantically, When romance does not exist without sexuality.
Maybe I'm incapable of a relationship Maybe I'm incapable of loving another person this makes me feel like my only purpose to my boyfriend is sexual pleasure.
But at what point does pleasure turn into pressure? At what point does sexual liberation equal condemnation? If my romantic feelings do not define as sexual liberation, Do my feelings exist at all? Beware, it goeth before the fall.