One of the amazing and yet also most frustrating things about sexuality is just how fluid it is, or at least can be. Some people entirely rigid and others able to change like the wind. And you...you thought you had it figured out. Maybe it was a struggle even to accept your sexuality but you’d done it. Maybe you’ve even been successful at it on the dating scene and in relationships.

But then there is that tricky fluidity I mentioned. Something happened and...suddenly you’re not so sure. Suddenly you’re having thoughts you know you can’t share. Ashamed to have them but you keep coming back all the same. Over and over. So many hours and so many orgasms spent obsessing over something that should and even does viscerally disgust you.

Some of you just dipped a toe in the water and then went away, others waded into the ocean, and are happy to remain with the waves lapping at your legs. Still others are drawn dangerously deeper and this is who I'm interested in. The ones who want to flirt with the rip tides and who even want to get caught up in one, pulled away from safety and if not rescued destined to be lost.

I hope misogyny disgusts you. I hope male domination makes you recoil. I hope you hate everything about the men who would direct such things and more in your direction. But most of all I hope it turns you on so damned much that you need to be converted and learn to serve men before you break down.