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Open Up – Who are you calling a FREAK? Sometimes, you need to set the record straight

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I wanted to get this off of my chest.  Why aren’t people truly comfortable with their sexuality?

In hushed whispers, and secret online groups, people will discuss how much of a “freak” they are, yet don’t own any sex toys.  Not to say that owning sex toys (or a sex toy company) automatically makes you a “freak” it just shows that you are open to alternative sexual adventures.  I love sex toys and all of the sensual accessories that compliment them, but I don’t consider myself to be a “freak”. That term really puts my panties in a bunch.  I’m sexually explorative.  As long as it doesn’t involve children, animals or illegal acts, I’ll try it at least once.  And very proud of that fact.  I have embraced my desire to explore sexually stimulating and pleasure enhancing activities.  Shit, I’m grown. Or so, I am told.

But when I meet someone new and they discover the products that I have in my stash, all of a sudden, I’m a freak.  Get over it already.  Thanks to the internet, most people I know that are sexually active do far more exploring than I have ever done.  Ever.  And then there are those who haven’t done a third of what I’ve done.

I have discovered that some cultures embrace the natural progression from innocence to knowledge when it comes to sexual experiences, whereas others simply do not.

I recall reading this Awesome book filled with many Great stories and one of the stories told was of this Man who said “let he who is without sin, cast the first stone” and surprisingly no stone was tossed.  Let this be a lesson.

Tattoo Your Taboo – Being Freak-y is Fabulous

Why aren’t people really comfortable with their sexuality?
In hushed whispers, people will discuss how much of a “freak” they are, but don’t own any sex toys. Not to say that owning sex toys (or a sex toy company) automatically makes you a “freak”, it just shows that you are open to alternative sexual experiences. I love sex toys and all of the sensual accessories that compliment them, but I don’t consider myself to be a “freak”. That term really puts my panties in a bunch. When I was growing up, the only reference to freaks were either in the circus or other sideshow anomaly. I’m no circus performer, nor do I swallow deadly stainless steel swords. (Swallowing other large objects… well, that is another story).  I’m a lover of erotic pleasures. I’m sexually explorative, and very proud of it.  I have embraced my desire to explore sexually stimulating and pleasure enhancing activities. Shit, I’m grown. At least my age says that I am.

The one thing that I marvel at are people who act like they don’t indulge in sex or those people who act like sexcessories are taboo.

Go to any adult novelty store or party and you will find hordes of horny adult women, all of various ages, giggling like little girls over the extensive variety and massive dildos, the sensual oils (perhaps the fantasy of a pair of strong hands rubbing all over their body does wonders) and tasty edibles (are we really still grossed out by the taste of sperm?  Masque it already)

So you know what I say? ”Tattoo your Taboo!” (figuratively of course, however, whether you choose to actually do so is ENTIRELY up to you). Wear it like a badge of honor, own up to it. Let’s dress it up and take the sting out of the word and make it ours.
And let’s face it, circus freaks are called ”freaks” because they are out of the ordinary, uncommon, and entertaining. So when you’re considered ”freak-y” you’re extraordinary! No sexual encounter of any kind leaves a lasting impression if it has been the same old thing. But If you want to do away with the label altogether all you have to do is remember this one thing. The next time someone calls you a “Freak” simply tell them: “No… you’re just boring”.

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