I want to be sexy, but not a sex object.

fatalis_vox

I want to be sexy. I'm owning it. I want to look good naked, I want to like what I see in the mirror. I want to feel good about myself in all ways. I like who I am as a person. I like the way I think, the way I act, the way I feel about things. I should not have to avoid wanting to be sexy because it "gives in to men's desires."

Quoth the feminist rage blogger. I'm actually going to post this to my blog, later.

Here's the thing. Sexy has nothing to do with men. Or other women. Feeling sexy is between me, my body, and my mind. I have the right to feel sexy without feeling like I'm giving in to the male pressure to be a sex object, and I'm taking advantage of that right.

I have the right to put on a great outfit and strut around my house cleaning or doing dishes or getting my dog's muddy pawprints all over my great outfit. OR I have the right to put on a great outfit and hit the bars, or take pictures, or do whatever the hell else I want to do because I feel good about me.

I will not candy-coat my own feelings at risk of sounding like I'm setting feminism back 50 years. Because it's all about choice, and I choose to want to be sexy. And when I do feel sexy, I choose to act like it. Or dress like it. Or embrace it in any way I choose.

I will not be treated like a sex object, because I don't care if that guy over there thinks I'm bangable. I'm not going home with him anyway. He can think whatever he wants as long as he doesn't treat me like he has a right to me. I have a right to not be a sex object. And no one has a right to me.

So go ahead, blow me up. Tell me I'm unreasonable, tell me I'm a lesbian, that I can't want to be sexy AND not want to be a sex object. Whatever. You don't control me.

Ladies, Gentlemen, anyone who wants to be sexy because They Want To Be Sexy, chime in. Men ALSO have a right to not be treated like sex objects. They have the right to have six-packs without feeling like meat. They have the right to do squats without someone staring at their backsides. (I promise, it's not flirting. It's form.)

Tell me I'm not the only one here.