A young blonde man, bound at the wrists and gagged, kneels on all fours as a fellow man anally fingers him while smiling broadly.
This drawing was suggested by psychoadept some time ago. I like it mostly because it seems the artist intentionally drew the pair having a lot of fun. The wide smile on the face of the top doesn’t strike me as sadistic, just happy. The bottom, for his part, seems to be enjoying the activities equally; his raised ass, open legs, and concerted look mimic my own when I’m starting to really get into it.
It’s a real shame that the simpler pleasures of sex, like, y’know fun, are so often hijacked and masked under layer upon layer of solemn ritual or other obstables. Sometimes they’re hijacked by the sorts of things you’d expect, like misguided morality or genuine ignorance and a lack of education. Other times they’re hijacked by things you wouldn’t expect, like sexism from people who ought to know better, or undeserved elitism.
Either way, sexual freedom is at the heart of what it means to be human, and happy. Sex and reproduction is, for obvious reasons, at the very core of life. I honestly can’t understand how so many people think actively restricting others from loving who or how they love, whether by stopping others’ marriages, preventing them from getting reproductive healthcare, or actively criminalizing consensual sexual tastes is in any way just, or why more people don’t deem such restrictions totally, unacceptably outrageous. Sometimes songwriters say it best:
If you’re not angry,
you’re just stupid,
or you don’t care.
How else can you react
when you know
something’s so unfair?
As Ani DiFranco’s lyrics point out, maybe some people don’t care. But if you care about your freedoms, the best way to protect them is to give others the same ones.