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How Sexual Liberation Became the New Form of Female Enslavement
The lies we believe about sexual empowerment
I thought that by exploring my sexuality, I would become more empowered and confident — like a man. But what I thought was empowerment ended up enslaving me. At some point, it felt like everyone wanted a piece of me — of my body, of my soul, of my p*ssy — and none of it felt like mine anymore.
What I’m about to share next is what could have saved me years of enslavement.
I was raised in a family where sex was an unspeakable topic
My mother’s warnings were etched deep into my psyche — she would threaten to burn my genitals if I ever dared to mention anything related to boys or sexuality. I was nine years old. At that age, I didn’t even understand what she meant, but the violence of her words left a mark. I tucked that fear away, not thinking much of it until I turned nineteen.
At nineteen, I had my first boyfriend. We dated for a year and a half without anything sexual ever happening between us, until I was twenty-one. That’s when I saw a man’s sex for the first time. I remember being surprised by how smooth and soft it was (I had imagined something grotesque, something to fear). I didn’t touch it; I only looked, still…
