I am not the handcuffs on my bed post,

nor what you assume they say about me.

I am the steady voice that asks them to be used.

not just IN control

I am control even when I consensually give it away.

I am a sovereign entity, allocating all this power exactly as I see fit,

boundless even when bound

I am safe.

I am my safe word

NOT your lack of understanding of why I would like to use one.

I wrote this because you say you care about my safety but simultaneously put me in emotionally unsafe spaces

you live double standard

and wonder why I don’t understand you.

you have never been tested for STDS but insist that I’m risky.

you have ‘pure’ hands that don’t spank

because they ‘don’t condone violence against women’.

buddy when me-woman

literally asks you for it…..it is preference not a violence

but your silencing and shaming are definitely violences.

You say I only like being thrown around in bed because I think I deserve it.

you’re right- I do deserve it

not because I’m unworthy of feeling good but because that shit does feel good.

If, as you suggest, my masochism is a manifestation of my self-worth

fine.

My self worth is empowered is sexy

is damn sure of who it is.

It’s not low, it’s actually high

like so high it’s just over your head.

My self worth isn’t determined by your rating scale,

the number of sex partners I’ve had

or the kind of sex I choose to have because my self worth can’t be contained like that.

It is not as one dimensional as your thought process.

You are so off base my therapist cursed you out

even when I didn’t

and she actually gets paid not to do that. (Unlike me who has never been compensated for the immense amount of emotional labor I have poured into you)

She called your attempts to

contort me into my place

‘sexist bullshit’.

She snarked, ”oh I didn’t know you were dating a sexologist!”

I wasn’t.

I was dating a dish of butter pecan who just discovered he wasn’t vanilla.

When he bit into me, he didn’t realize he’d drool so much.

Oops,

I did it again

made a “woke” boy wake angry

rub the sleep from his eyes

mad my pussy knows all its favorite hobbies

mad my pussy has been places

…like on me

this whole time

even before you showed up

mad my pussy travelled all these miles:

Just kidding.

Pussys can’t travel

but it does like to sightsee

to explore

to absorb men

and then spit them back out

in shock of themselves

So good morning,

I didn’t mean to shake you

just kinda funny I’m the one who likes restraints

but you seem more than a little tied up.

Published by ampersandthenwhat

Writes poems. Tries to be a better person everyday. Doesn’t have it all figured out.

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