To Daddy or not to Daddy, that is the question…
Time has been up for a few months now. And in this post-apocalyptic #MeToo era, lovers around the world are trying to figure out what it does mean for them — individually and as members of a patriarchal society that never took “no” for an answer. For the eternal line crossers, victimizing themselves rather than behaving became the mood. Yes, those poor little scared things have to rethink their entire flirting approach if they want to “shoot their shot”, like a fucking Golden State Warrior. “It’s getting very hard to get a number”, some will say but for those of us who never misbehaved, it doesn’t seem to be easier. Good boys and good girls also have to adjust their strategy and states of mind. Surprisingly * sarcastically typed *, men have to be more cautious and careful with their gestures when women have to be more loquacious. Consent matters and as the weaker sex, we are finally heard.
If standing up for ourselves is without any doubt the greatest accomplishment we made in decades, for not saying centuries, it also put a few of us in a situation that could be sexually confusing. Don’t get me wrong, we’re definitely not all on the same boat. This awakening episode has certainly positively changed more sexual lives for the better , but by asking for what we naturally deserve as human beings, we also lost ourselves in a really bizarre in-between where our inner feminist is fighting against our submissive inner goddess. Willing to get spanked feels wrong and I’m not even talking about calling your partner Daddy — a name used, mostly by innocent young girls, to address an older guy that they either have sexual relations with or sexual interest in. In return, they are often called ‘baby girl’ or ‘princess’ according to Urban Dictionary.
Guilt has invited itself — for better or for worse- into our bedroom with its questions and personal judgements. Somehow, it feels like we mutated into a hypocrite clitorized version of the joker. How can we spread posts about women’s rights on social media during the day and then beg our fuckbuddy (AND HAVE A FUCKBUDDY) for another round late at night? Does loving sex make us fake feminists? Are we just denying who we are or became for the most primitive but so satisfying need that the Earth has seen and if so, why does it feel so wrong? It simply does because we are no more confined to a role where we’re not having any control over our lives. Weirdly, it seems like the more enlightened we are about the issues and injustices of our world, the more judgmental we are towards ourselves. While fantasizing to become a better person, we’re also weakening our self-confidence because of an overquestionning reasoning.
Once we have accepted the idea that sex isn’t necessarily linked to love or exclusive form of relationships, we should apply the same reasoning to our sexual deviance. Our darkest fantasizes shouldn’t be defined or dictated by our engagement to feminism. We are much more than just a label and the time has come for us to ask for another type of gender equality. I’m talking about equality on the pillow. Women love sex as much as men do and the time has come for us to demystify our bodies and our needs. Now that it’s said, grab them by the ba… Oops, is it too early?
