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Elements of Sex.....

Every now and then, my viewpoint on certain topics shifts. I refer to that as growth or change of perspective. Either way, I use it as a teachable moment.

I've tweeted and blogged about sex, sometimes, in a laissez faire way. While I am no prude on sexual matters, I do believe one way to empower others is to arm them with facts and realizations.

Sex is as emotional as it is physical, though the physical consequences can be more permanent. Severe. Sexually transmitted diseases exist. Unplanned and unwanted pregnancies occur. Carrying the weight of multiple partners, in your spirit, and engaging in insane behavior of sex and being unfulfilled is real.

It's fine and important to abstain or be celibate during periods of your life. Take that time and get to know yourself-who you are and what you want.

And while I support the right for sex workers to make a living, I must stress that being a sex worker (voluntary) and being a victim of the sex industry  (trafficking victim, forced prostitution, coerced or doing any sexual acts against one's will-where someone else, most likely, profits) are not the same thing. We must separate the two and protect those who fall into the category of the latter.

I am disheartened at the amount of boys, girls, and women whose bodies are treated as commodities. Who have no control or choice over their situation. Who don't have the esteem or tools to break away from their situations. Who have been written off and discarded. We have to care. We have to speak about it. We have to help.

So, I've said all this to say our bodies and minds deserve to be treated with respect. By others and by ourselves. Sex is everywhere. It's in your face on television, radio, magazines. I don't think that will change. But we can always alter our perception and control the impact we allow sex to have in our lives. It is to be enjoyed. But we must be able to sleep and live with ourselves, after our choices.

Nicole Rene

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