2013 was a strange year for me. It was a year in which I met online a whole range of new people and was exposed to a number of debates of which I had only been dimly aware. The whole experience was educational, stimulating, absorbing, at times fun, at times deeply depressing. It might have been even more depressing but for the fact that haven’t spent a lot of time on Twitter recently and missed out some spectacular fights. What I wish for 2014 is:
For me personally to continue to learn about my sexuality and enjoy my sexual self. I have recently begun to explore this in new ways and may blog about it in due course.
To meet some of the people who have inspired me. I know that at least four of them will be at Eroticon in March so that may be sooner rather than later 🙂
To learn how to make Polish poppy seed cake properly.
For everyone else:
I wish everyone the right to enjoy their sexuality as they please without condemnation from others, subject only to the fundamental condition of consent.
I wish it to be recognised by all women that being sexually submissive does not make a woman a doormat of the patriarchy
That anybody freely choosing to earn money by providing sexual services is allowed to do so, without condemnation, criticism and without others claiming to speak on their behalf. I wish too that the Europe’s politicians see the propaganda for the ‘Swedish Model’ for the fraud it is.
That trans people are respected and accepted for who they want to be.
That issues can be debated and discussed without the rapid descent into personal abuse that has marked much feminist debate in 2013.
That our Bulgarian and Rumanian friends find a warm welcome and that anyone thinking of voting UKIP sees the benefits of having such hard working and enterprising people in the country and take their vote elsewhere.
That we have an end to moral panics about pornography.
I would have added England winning the World Cup but that’s a bit too much to ask for isn’t it? So I’ll settle for wishing that England’s cricketers avoid the Ashes whitewash that has looked inevitable. Which reminds me – late to bed again tonight!