Happy Independence Day!!

Today, I'm planning to celebrate the Fourth of July by...

looking at pictures of naked women...

watching a porn movie or two...

reading erotica...

maybe writing some...

having the kind of sex that's still illegal in several states...

flirting like a horny crazy man...

and generally letting my libido out to play.

Because this is America, dammit! This is a country that was founded on the principle that the decisions about the course of a person's life belong with that person. Those include, (those ESPECIALLY include) a person's sex life.

In part, I'm doing this precisely because the Powers That Be don't want me to. In their besotted, gin-soaked minds, they have this delusion that 1. sex is bad, and 2. due to their holier-than-thou status, they have the right to impose their pseudo-religious bullshit down the throats of us sinners and make us like it, besides.

I realize that to some, the desire to express one's sexuality is rather low on the scale of freedoms for which our brave and noble forebears fought and died, and for which we're still fighting. The rights of gays to marry, for example, might not seem like a big deal when compared to issues such as taxation without representation, slavery, civil rights, the rights of women to vote, the right of labor to organize, the right not to be forced to testify against oneself, and on and on.

Maybe so, maybe not. I choose not to prioritize liberty that way. My lesbian friends love each other so much they appear on the verge of tears every time they see each other after a separation. The notion that Wilma (a pseudonym) can't be consulted if Betty (another pseudonym) is in an accident and needs medical decisions made for her scares them both to death. In their eyes, their right to share their lives is as important as any of the other freedoms for which America stands. I won't disagree with them on that point. I refuse to. Because part of what America stands for is the notion that the individual's considerations of freedom and liberty must be given due respect.

To me, one of the most essential forms of freedom is that of consenting adults of any gender, number, and/or kink to close the bedroom door and do whatever the hell they choose, free from interference from neighbors, passersby, and/or the government. Especially the government. If they can get into our bedrooms, there's literally no place left to truly be free.

It's all about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Any happiness.

Have a good one.