Hello World, 

I found something wonderful. Imaginative. Beautiful. That captured my heart and springs laughing somber tears to my eyes.

I was having a discussion with my internet pen pal and we came to a conclusion that three thing make the world go round. Money, Sex, and Sleep. Period. If you don’t have a three than your incomplete. We didnt add love, because its entirely cliche or maybe perhaps love debunks all three. Oooohh I like that….

Anyway, sex being so important, a lot of energy goes into knowing about, experiencing it, getting more, getting better, being the best, cumming, etc. Honestly its tiring. Just damn tiring. It shouldn’t be so cumbersome and hard. It isn’t, at least not naturally. We make it so much harder than it has to be. Truly unnecessary.

Reflecting this perfectly is a note of some sort I found on FetLife by some bloke named, Skwyrtle. In it, he perfectly encompasses this backward mindset we have on sex and rages against it. In re- learning it, I’ve never felt more liberated and I hope to God, I can carry it with me into every bed I enter for the rest of existence.

Not A Test

“Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.”

-Skwyrtle (Reddit)