Consent always felt like a given. If I told him yes, that’s consent right? Because I said yes and gave him permission…but that’s so wrong and I’ve been living a lie.
Because there’s a point in any sexually charged situation where things begin to intensify. The things you initially said yes to have been performed and there’s something new beginning.
So where was the question? Did I give you consistent again? Not the sexy moaned out “yes” but a fully conscious yes of consent.
Not about to expand on my life too much but let me just say that when you’re with a progressive, educated, enlightened, aware, and caring partner who truly understands the implicit & explicit power dynamics that are present during sexually charged situations and challenges them while challenging your body….I mean it’s a beautiful thing.