A Tribute To The Seductive Prison Known As Singleness

“I am free to be more playful and more sexual and connect with my primal, wild feminine by being alone.”

I am done.

I tried things their way and I got burned. Badly.

Through my rape, I was left with the imprint of a man who had no permission to enter me by force. Through my many encounters and relationships with them I was left alone. Hurt. Scared. And afraid to overstep or do anything that might disrupt the unbalanced system of power they enjoy over women.

There is something about being in my own personal realm of beauty and sensuality that allows my femininity to flourish. In this world I can ignore the taunts and threats of the men who demand their needs be met through my pussy and labor. And I can just exist as a woman who feels safe. Those precious moments cannot and will not be interrupted by men, the savage wilder beasts who proudly take whatever they want at will; that is their definition of manhood.

They tell me to smile whenever I step out of my home, follow my trail when I dare ignore their hellos and ‘God bless you’s, and believe they are doing me a favor by way of a relationship that guarantees my servitude to their selfish desires until they decide I’ve been used up and fed on until there’s nothing more left of me. And it’s on to the next…