Stereotyping Wrongly

I’ve been criticised back in high school for the way I think.

I kept my stand, thinking if I was to let a couple of bitchmouths backstabbed me, I’m never going to have a solid opinion of who I am.

So I remain open-minded.

I have nothing against sexually active friends. I have nothing against sexually vocal friends. I love my gay friends to bits. I love open minded people.

You wanna talk about blowjobs during breakfast? Go ahead.

You wanna share details of your eight inched boyfriend? Please, don’t mind the envious look on my face.

You wanna step out of the closet? I’m supportive.

You wanna dirty shag and tell? I’m all ears.

You wanna pee in public in front of all your friends? I’d take a picture and post it up online.

Maybe it’s the way I am too but mostly because, who am I and who are you to judge other people’s choices?

What goes on behind closed doors is none of my business. Yeah sure, we gossip but it’s much too judgemental to put a “label” to anyone’s choice.

Sure, she slept with 14 guys. But to call her a “slut”, why? Surely her choice to let a guy penetrate her is reasonable enough by her standards for any of us to question it or worse, label her.

Sure, he prefers a penis to a pussy. But to call him a “faggot”, why? It’s his asshole, not yours or mine. He is allowed to be as gay as he wants. He’s still my friend, gay or not. He’s still fun to be with, he’s still a lovely friend. His choice of genitalia does not change who he is.

It pisses me off that there’s double standards for people’s choices. Binaries. Differences. Sexism.

I’ve seen the way men spoke of their male friends who slept around. The look of admiration. The eyes of envy. The gestures of damn-why-not-me?!?

I’ve seen the way women talked of their friends who just slept with a guy from the bar. The look of disgust. The eyes of disbelief. The vile labels that follow.

I’ve seen the way male friends speak of girls who are not virgins. The enthusiastic, seemingly harmless discussion that will eventually spread rumours.

Rumours that can create reputations, break friendships and destroy relationships.

Why narrow your mind when you can see beyond the choices people make and appreciate just how beautiful life is just by their presences in your life?“

It is when double standards like these exist, I am eternally grateful I’ve found people who do not judge.

If I had for one moment let my stepfather let his sexist principles brainwashed me during my years living with him, I would never be who I am now.

If I had for one moment let anyone convince me to take down my fake orgasm video, I will never be determined enough to support my stand on the freedom of choices.

Despite some harsh criticisms I’ve received and the video being linked and forwarded without my permission in sex forums and emails, I cannot let anyone run my blog and convict me for my inability to censor my speech.
I feel free.