The Libido that Roared

Summary

The article "The Libido that Roared" is a personal narrative about the author's experiences and attitudes towards sex, advocating for a sex-positive perspective and reflecting on societal views on female sexuality.

Abstract

The author, Remington Write, passionately shares her love for sex and the freedom she found in embracing her sexuality from a young age. Despite facing societal judgment and being labeled a "slut," she proudly identifies as sex-positive, exploring various forms of sexual expression without confinement to gender or societal norms. The narrative touches on the evolution of sexual liberation, the confusion of bisexuality in the 1970s, the impact of AIDS on sexual behavior, and the reclamation of sexual rights by young women today. Write also celebrates modern medical advancements that allow for safer sexual exploration and expresses gratitude for her current fulfilling sexual relationship at the age of 61.

Opinions

The author believes that women should be free to enjoy sex without being stigmatized or labeled.
She criticizes the double standard that men often want a sexually liberated partner but struggle to accept one in practice.
The article suggests that bisexual men are more accepting of a woman's sexual appetite compared to straight men.
Write reflects on the confusion of bisexuality in a less informed era and the progress made in understanding diverse sexual orientations.
She appreciates the resurgence of sexual freedom among young women, supported by advances like PrEP.
The author is grateful for her current relationship, where her high libido is not just accepted but celebrated by her partner.

When women really really love having sex

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I love sex.

Oral sex, giving and getting? Absolutely! Penetration, giving and getting? MORE, please! I’m a fiend with a strap-on (Mami’s cock is always hard). Touching, licking, sucking, stroking, nuzzling, sniffing, laughing, cumming. All of it.

Today we call that being sex-positive. When I was in high school it was called something very different. It was called being a slut. Shortly after I left home at age 18 and moved in with the young divorced mother who I’d been babysitting for (and smoking pot with) for months, said YDM took it upon herself to walk into the local Ford dealership where my Dad worked as a mechanic.

“Your daughter will sleep with anything wearing pants.”

Nice.

And let’s get accurate here, shall we YDM? I never confined myself to those wearing pants. I hadn’t heard the word “bisexual” before but that’s what I was and it was confusing AF in semi-rural northern Ohio in the 1970s.

Here, however, was the crime that drove my “friend”, the young divorced mother, to march into the Ford dealership and announce that Jason Remington’s eldest daughter was a slut: I’d had sex with three different men that summer. Three. All summer. Not even all at the same time! In a house where the men were regularly bedding a different woman every night. I was being downright choosy!

And I can’t tell you how many men I’ve been with who thought they wanted a woman who loved sex until they actually got into bed with her. I mean me. Do I need to add that they were all straight men? I’ve had the great good fortune to have been with several bisexual male lovers and those men were not at all put off by my appetite.

But the straight guys? Yeah, no.

Weirdly, we’re still held hostage to this assinine idea that a woman must be a Madonna or a whore and while many men seem to think they want to bed a whore when it comes right down to it they so often freeze. I’ve had rock hard cocks go soft in my mouth as soon as it became apparent I was getting off. Really? I’ve also had men think they wanted to see me having sex with other men. I guess I don’t need to tell you how far south some of those scenes went, do I?

I was born too late to have been in the middle of the Summer of Love but when I started the 7th grade our little high school allowed girls to wear something other than skirts or dresses to school for the first time. Let that sink in. By the time we hit the 10th grade we were taking full advantage of the progress made by our sisters in the sixties. We had the great good fortune to have been randy little monsters in that tiny pinch of time before AIDS slammed a lot of doors shut. When I was 18 being on the Pill and having access to a doctor who’d prescribe penicillin without a lot of questions was all I needed to have sex with anyone I wanted. So I did.

Thanks to medical advances and the existence of the drug Truvada (pre-exposure prophylactic or PrEP) which shuts down the virus before it can spread to the next person, this generation of sex-positives can have at it again like we did in the ’70s (get tested often, my dears).

I’m delighted and encouraged to see young women reclaiming the right to love having sex with or without a “romantic” relationship. Here’s to women having the right to one-night stands, friends with benefits and as many lovers as they want! As for me, at the shockingly advanced age of 61, I’m having the best sex ever in my life with a partner who has the libido of a 25-year-old. He’s not only not put off by my soaring appetite he can’t believe how lucky he is.

Neither can I.

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