Okay, I'm dragging out my soapbox.
Yuck! Not that kind of soapbox. Tide smells good, but it makes me break out in hives. What I'm referring to is the one I hide under my bed and hope I won't have to pull out—ever. Well, today, I have to yank that sucker out and dance on it.
Why, you ask? Well, it's simple really. I have something on my mind, something that really disturbs me. It would probably be easier to just fluff it off, but it's not something I can just ignore or pretend I didn't see. That would be wrong of me, especially considering what I write about.
Wait, I guess I should back up and actually explain what I'm talking about...
Last weekend, I stayed up way past my bedtime watching a movie. Before you ask, it is not that kind of movie. Mmhmm. You know the ones I'm talking about. This particular movie is a rather notorious mainstream one. Heck, you've probably even heard of it or seen it.
No, I will not tell you the name. I don't believe in calling people, places, or things out. Besides, I didn't hate the movie. In fact, it had good parts. However, and this is a massive however, there was a ménage scene in it. My first reaction was, "Woohoo! Yeah baby yeah!" Then things went sour for me—quickly.
Why, you ask? Well, again, it's simple. The ménage scene made something that I fantasize about, something I feel passionate about, and it turned it into something cheap, tawdry, and downright dirty. Let me just say, I wanted to take a bath afterward. And if you know me at all, that is saying something.
Now, keep in mind, they didn't necessarily do anything on camera to disgust me. It was the seedy atmosphere, the passionless participants, and the overall blasé attitude. I was just like, "Ugh, really?"
So that got me thinking. Perish the thought. Why is it that society thinks a ménage is something to be looked down upon? What is so wrong with three (or more) people falling in love and getting it on? Who are we to judge what someone feels...or who they feel up?
Love is love. Lust is lust. And unless it directly involves us, it's none of our business. At least, that is how I feel. Maybe it's just me. Maybe not. But what matters is that whatever happens in the bedroom (or other naughty and not-so-naughty places) between consenting adults shouldn't be considered nasty or raunchy, unless of course that is what they want. Seriously, if something trips their trigger, I say, "Power to them." Just because I'm not interested in something doesn't make it wrong or right. It's not like I'm in between them. Am I? Nope. Ergo, it has no bearing on me.
If only reality were like that. The sad truth is so many people don't feel this way. They watch scenes like the one in that movie and only see the sinfulness in the act. To them, it's immoral and disgraceful. Yes, I know people who think like this. These are the people that prohibit me from divulging my identity for the sake of my family. They would ridicule my husband and child for my (gasps) sinful ways. It's not right.
I can honestly say with one hundred percent certainty that if I were a single woman with no children, I would flip every darn one of them off and declare that I'm Mia Ashlinn, and I write smutty stories. FYI, I say smutty in the most loving way. But I can't do that. I know I can't. I have to hide who I am. I have to conceal my love for ménages and male-male action. And I hate it. I hate it to the depth of my soul because I am proud of who I am and I am proud of what I write.
Think, I am woman. Hear me roar. Only I can't roar because of small-minded people and society's standards. Maybe one day, things will change. Hopefully, there will come a day that love is treated equal—no matter race, orientation, numbers, or anything else that could be deemed inappropriate. Until then, I will treasure the beauty of love. I will rejoice in it's purity and perfection. And every day, I will write about what I believe in—love that weathers the worst storms, love that defies the odds piling against it, and love that truly conquers all.
p.s. This quote is hanging in my office aka The Den of Decadence. I thought it was appropriate. "A love that defies all logic is sometimes the most logical thing in the world." -Anonymous