“So you’re sex-positive?” asked the woman standing in the kitchen of my mother’s farm. We had just met.
“Ehrm…you betcha!” I said as I tried to inconspicuously ogle the generous portion of side-boob pouring from the edges of her tank like lava from a boobcano of joy. Side-boob is a lot harder to inconspicuously ogle than cleavage since you have to come at it from the side all shifty and crab-like.
I had no idea what being “sex-positive” meant, even though I write about sex and this was pretty recently. But I liked this new friend, and we had been having a nice talk about body image, sex, veganism, and I as I already stated…the side boob.
I had a general idea what she meant; the name “sex-positive” explains it pretty well. But I didn’t know this was, you know, a movement.
Where have I been? I thought as I Googled the term two minutes after she left. I quickly learned that “sex-positive” is the idea that if a sex act is safe and consensual, then it should be viewed as a positive, healthy thing. Sex-positivity also encourages sex education and addressing sex, and pleasure, as something natural that should be embraced. So, yep, sex-positive. I sure am.
If this movement has been around since the 60s, why am I just hearing the term now? Sure, I just jumped on the Smartphone trend a couple months back and my most well-loved electronic is my Hitachi Magic Wand, but I’d like to think I’m not that culturally clueless, especially when it comes to sexuality.
