Every time I’m about to admit publicly that I actually do like vaginal penile penetration, I’m afraid of being cancelled by my peers lol. Politically, embracing penile penetration feels just as old-fashioned as eating meat, smoking cigarettes or driving a car – a relic of the past that women shouldn't desire or require, considering the multiple “other options” we have these days which don’t include … a living male human being.
The politically progressive feminist does use elaborately engineered toys, watches ethically produced porn and knows that putting the penis in the vagina should not be considered the only way to have sex and therefore, called “normal”. If anything, women have been bamboozled into having vaginal sex by greedy, pervy men, despite not deriving any sort of pleasure from it.
The perception of feminist sexuality often falls victim to stereotypes that paint it as strictly non-traditional or anti-conventional, you get it. Obviously, I sometimes wonder if I should just go with the “trend” and say stuff like “yeah, penile penetration doesn’t really do it for me either haha” when, in fact, it does – simply to be liked by others. When in truth, for me personally, nothing will ever come close to being penetrated by a man who cares about me and vice versa.
And there, I've said it.
Boom. I’m already anticipating the comments.
They all echo similar sentiments.
“Patriarchal culture tends to promote PIV (penis in vagina) as the norm!”
“A penis is not required in order for a woman to orgasm!”
“Have you tried toys?”
For the record: Yes, I did try “the other stuff” and I do know how my clitoris functions, thanks. Toys are okay, I’ve never had problems orgasming, with or without a penis, and I agree that fingering is an art form itself, if done passionately. So is oral sex.
However, what perplexes me is the recent devaluation of women who find fulfillment in acts traditionally associated with heterosexual intimacy, because it makes me question myself, and my sexuality as a “leftist”.
In some way, I am being forced into thinking I am doing sex all wrong. Like a bad feminist, a rape advocate, a small-minded, brainwashed conservative.
Have I overlooked something?
Have I not experimented enough?
Have I stopped developing sexually at age 24, and that’s why I’m stuck in some sort of perverted, male gaze dream?
As much as I do get the critique surrounding penile-vaginal intercourse, I also think that it is crucial to avoid perpetuating a new set of norms that limit individual agency. In fact, some of the most intimate moments I have encountered in my life occurred with a penis inside me, and had nothing to do with me being suppressed, belittled, dominated or objectified.
Penile-vaginal intercourse is not violence by default.
Vaginal penetration may cause discomfort for many, while it holds beauty for others. Both experiences are real, and I want both to be recognized without elevating one above the other. Otherwise, we are placing value judgments on specific acts and therefore risk creating a hierarchy of acceptability that undermines the very essence of sexual liberation.
Empowerment lies in recognizing that one’s sexual choices, whether they align with contemporary vibes or not, are valid – as long as they are consensual, respectful, and fulfilling for all parties involved.
If I tell you I want your dick inside me, believe me.