Agency is sexy!

There's something about trafficking in one's own sexuality that is so powerful. I think the fact that I know no man can have me makes me feel invincible.

I also know that's its distracting as all outside to some. That's something I have no time to care about!

I actually made the decision to wear a body con dress to my PhD defense for this very reason. My breasts, hips, and thighs are glorious and they make me feel like a masterpiece. Nothing boosts my confidence like looking amazing.

I really do love the attention but I also love knowing they can't really ever have this.
Like ever.

I'm in control of my own objectification which means I'm exercising my own agency when I wear whatever I want, low cut or not. I'm permitting you to see all this fineness. The "object" is actually in control of its own exhibition. That's how I own these decisions. They are just that, decisions!

I walked through the hospital cafeteria and had men walk past, stop, and turn around to catch a better look.

I totally understand it.
I get it.
They're awesome.
Look all you want.