The day I stumbled upon my all-time favorites, the Kama Sutra and Ananga Ranga, the feminist scholar in me was set aflame with curiosity рџЏ. The texts, rich with detailed illustrations and comprehensive instructions, were not merely erotic for shock value -- they were a blueprint for liberation. I realized the act was not just of two bodies intertwining, but of two souls communicating in a language only they understood. As a woman, this empowered me. There was no subjugation, no power play, and no shameful societal stereotypes. Just pure, raw, consensual ecstasy. I found freedom in the paradox of control. Holding the reins of my own pleasure was like savoring the sweetest taste ever known to mankind рџ‘…. So, I dove into this well of knowledge, satiating my intellectual thirst and redefining my physical boundaries.
But as the camera rolls рџ“№, reality sets in. The world outside my university walls is not ready to accept a woman empowered by her sexual freedom. Comments saturated with misogyny and skepticism drown my inbox. I am shamed for exercising the freedom to my body. And with that, the whip of reality lashes at me, and the taste of my newfound freedom soured. Nonetheless, my fire does not extinguish. The flame dances defiantly against the cold winds of criticism. And with each scathing remark, it only grows stronger. This is my rebellion, and I will not extinguish my sexual awakening with the lid of societal norms. I am an adult, unapologetically, fearlessly рџ”ћ. I am not just a piece of meat but a woman with a mind, heart, and soul who craves intimacy as much as intellectual growth; a feminist scholar in flesh and desires, at both ends of liberation and oppression. The fruit is ripe, my dear society, and this woman has a taste for liberation рџЌ†.
