You Don’t Get It

You don’t get it. You just don’t get it. I know that you don’t like Gilbert. I understand that, from your point of view, he’s in your dad’s place, and that’s not fair. But try to listen to me. I’ll explain it to you as best as I can. Because, so far, you don’t get it.

You call yourself a feminist. Well, I am a feminist, too! And because I believe in the empowerment of women, I believe that we should experience our sexuality on our own terms. It’s not mandatory anymore to have pleasure within the narrow margins of vanilla, acceptable sexuality. Your father never understood that. And that is one of the reasons why I left him.

Kinky is not just leather and fetishes. Kinky is, at its core, the power to do whatever it is that brings you pleasure. And if you find a partner willing to share those experiences with you, that’s even better. Remember, everything that’s happened between Gilbert and me has been consensual. We have planned every scene, and there’s nothing I regret.

I Like Being Tied

I like being tied. And if you see that as a sign of submission, the problem is yours, not mine. I’m not being humiliated. How can something that I’ve consented to be harmful? Think about that.

You know what your problem is? You can’t see past restraint. That is, you can’t see beyond the obvious. You see a woman tied by a man, and you infer he must be harming her. Well, I’ve got news for you: he’s not! And before judging so quickly, you should take a moment to think about the meaning of what you’re seeing.

I’m sorry, but you don’t get it. You think a woman can only be powerful if she’s aggressive toward men, but that’s not the case. You have no idea how powerful I am when I’m playing bottom.