As I sit and scroll through my Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter accounts to name a few, I’ve noticed an abundance of “sexually objectifying” pictures that are being glorified.
Yet I’ve seen pictures of other males or females doing something “great” like Graduating High School or College, etc and I don’t see them always receiving the same or more “likes, comments, #RP, etc”
It has bothered even myself. I honestly enjoy “sex” in all it’s forms. Whether it’s conversation, movies, porn, literary work, art, etc. I do enjoy seeing, appreciating, benefitting from, and analyzing it. That’s a #Virgo for you. LOL
Now I’m also a female whose grown into a woman and I’ve been sexually, physically, emotionally and financially abused.
Some abuse was a direct result of me feeding into the “ego stroking” that much of the sexual objectification provides. Other abuse came because I was naive, young in age also, but naive overall.
As I’ve grown and overcame my own “insecurities” that caused me to seek out such sexual objectification it makes me take a longer look into the souls of the person on either end.
It makes me frown on males or females who are strippers, porn stars, adult entertainer in general but have children.
It makes me question their intellect if 90-98% of their entire “current financial and public notoriety status” is based solely on sex.
Mind you “when I was single and NOT a mother” I was going to strip. Three things stopped me: 1). I was underage and knew the fake ID thing wouldn’t last 2). My father was in the strip club where I was “trying out!” 3). It smelled so bad, the women looked awful up close, I saw my life flash before my eyes and I said to myself “Tiffany if there’s a 1% you’ll at least want to be a mother if not a wife one day, you can’t do this. It’s bad enough you’ll have to explain prostituting at an early age, but this will be on record. It’s worse than a few random pictures. You’ll make concrete history. People rarely forget strippers. Not to mention you can finish high school and go to college. You’re smart. Figure out how to get out of this before you ruin your life even more!”
I got the fuck of out there. Thank God without my father seeing me.
It took me a few years to stop completely in the streets. Yet I’ve made it. I haven’t seen the few “strippers and prostitutes” that I knew since then.
They could be dead, incarcerated, or out here homeless. Idk I’ve prayed for them but God gave me a second chance and I’m thankful for it. I can only pray he gave them one also.
Looking at my son and his father each day, I’m glad I made the decisions I’ve made.
I’m thankful that with all my past transgressions many are faded memories or someone’s prized possession.
IJS these are my truths. These are my opinions.
I just urge us all “to ask ourselves” what are we really in need of?
Why do we feel obligated to compete with our physiques?
Has the brain become unattractive because it can’t be seen?
Is it unattractive to those who don’t know how to proudly and properly use their own?
No matter how many times a man tells me “Hello beautiful! Hey sexy!! Mm mm ms lady! etc” it’ll NEVER compare to nor compete with the feeling I have when I’m complimented on “my intellect and all it manifests!” The looks of respect and admiration feel much better going up and down my body, than those wolf like looks of lust.
Sexually I’m aggressive and attractive so I tend to be “attractive” those who assume that’s all I’ve got to offer or care to offer.
Yet intellectually I’m my best!
My mind is more beautiful than my physical features could ever be, because it reflects my spirit which represents the God in me.
My mind is deeper than your hardest thrust into my vagina.
I can take you places with my mind, I’d probably never dare go with you in real time.
Having a husband it’s made me appreciate my intellect even more.
Seeing his sexy hazel eyes sparkle as I speak intellectually is soothing, encouraging and stimulating.
Seeing his face when things “I’ve thought of” he see’s manifesting ((even now in this post)) he’s always encouraged my writing and he makes me fall in love all over again each time he does.
Seeing him sexually aroused during a “conversation or me casually walking around the house” versus all slutty or ostentatious!
I’m just “brain” never really been much “body” and no matter all the crap I claim to want physically, I’m honestly happy having brains.
I refuse to sacrifice my intelligence for my physical appearance.
I refuse to allow other women or men make me feel bad, for stating my opinions, experiences etc.
I refuse to raise my son to think “booty and beauty” outweigh intelligence, humility, loyalty, fidelity and compassion.