How I Discovered That Sex Isn’t A Vice – It’s A Liberation

The official word on "sex" from all the main authorities in my life (namely, school, family and, of course, television) was that it was dangerous. Aside from an hour long class in which my classmates and I watched a sad 75-year-old woman peel a condom onto an over-ripe banana, we received a severe lack of information about sex and an abundance of warnings about it. Like most teenagers, the few educational messages regarding sex I received wrapped the act up in moralistic barbed wire; it could ruin your life, hurt you, destroy you, drive you insane. It could even kill you. To my rebellious teenage mind, sex sounded blissfully dangerous and, as a result, I became instantly obsessed with the threat of it.

Like the hangovers that followed a heavy drinking session, sex provided its own debilitating aftermath, bringing feelings of vulnerability, severe loneliness and even heartbreak. Since sex had been presented to me as a toxic influence rather than the positive, pleasurable act that I would discover later in life, it became tarred by destructive impulses. Sex stopped being about having fun, sharing an experience with another person, or even achieving any kind of pleasure. It became just another way to express my melancholy and ultimately, hurt myself. Maturing Into Sexual Liberation

Fortunately, with maturity comes insight. I soon grew up to discover that I’d been using sex all wrong. The sheer fact that I used sex instead of simply engaging in it shows the volumes of passivity with which I endured the act with people I didn’t particularly like or even really know that well. Sex had become worthless because I didn’t respect the people I was sharing it with. After a while, I didn’t respect myself much for using it in such a way, either.

I’d made the mistake of thinking of sex as a disposable commodity, like a bottle of liquor that could be drunk, enjoyed and emptied before being tidily disposed of and forgotten about the next day. It just doesn’t work like that. Sexual experiences can imprint on you for a lifetime and, as such, they demand a certain level of control - control that wild abandon and blackout drunk simply can’t provide. By treating sex as a method of destruction, I was limiting myself, my experiences and my capacity for growth.

Still, I did grow. As I grew, I discovered that sex isn’t a vice, but a liberation. It’s an extension of the love you have for yourself, for other people, for life and for pleasure. When approached with pure, positive and safe intentions, it becomes stripped of all the threat that women are often taught to expect from it. By accepting the idea that sex is dangerous and harmful, we’re continuing to support and accept a narrative that women couldn’t possibly ever enjoy or explore their sexualities without in some way ruining themselves or their lives.

It also plays on the archaic idea that women should be submissive when it comes to sex, and that as a result there’s a certain amount of deliberate victimization performed in the act. As a teenage girl, I definitely fell for this falsehood and internalized it, not realizing that my wild attempts for freedom where actually holding me down. Adults Need Sex Education Too

By all accounts, adults still aren't doing a great job at delivering information about sex to younger generations, and we do little to remove the stigma surrounding the topic by refusing to talk about it openly, honestly and positively. Sex should no longer be taboo. It shouldn’t be fenced off by extreme warnings or sullied with shame; it’s a topic that should be normalized and even introduced to young people at a much younger age than is currently the norm. We need to continue to provide an open dialogue about physical sexual safety and protection alongside more complex ideas such as consent and the emotional and mental ramifications of sexual intimacy.

If we continue to unfairly place sex within the same shady vice-culture that alcohol and drug abuse can fall under, then we’re only continuing to present sex to young women as a perfect opportunity for self-abusive rebellion. It's actually the complete opposite. Let’s teach young women about positive sexual experiences, about the significance of orgasms, and about the tremendous, complex wonder of their own bodies. Sex shouldn't ever be dangerous, but misinformation about sex definitely is.