The other day I got semen in my eye.*

First of, I highly recommend never getting semen in your eye. It contains Ascorbic acidic and will burn. If you do get it in your eye, I’d recommend not getting it in both eyes. This debacle was one of the most excruciating eye experiences of my life. This is of course my experience and you are all welcome to learn your own lessons.

Now that I’ve gotten my public service announcement out of the way, I’d like to tell the story of how I got semen in my eyes:

It was a temperate summer evening and my partner and I were in the throws of passion. I had just experienced a damn good climax, and decided to finish him off orally. He tells me he does not want to come in my mouth. In the spirit of trying to sound sexy (and the leftover high of my orgasm), I asked where it was he wanted to come.

After a detour consideration of my butt (not an unpopular detour), he asked it he could come on my face. I interpreted his tone as really asking if my feminist identity was okay with a man ejaculating on my face.

I may have been deflecting the same thought that crossed my mind. Was this sexual act degrading? Would I be losing some sort of self respect if I let him do this?

The answer was and still is NO, and I scolded myself for bracing my self respect against any sort of socially perceived notion. I am so painfully aware of how much women’s sexuality is monitored and suppressed and put into little misogynistic boxes; yet I found myself doing the same. It’s so ingrained in our society that I find myself inadvertently scrutinizing my own sexuality. We were two consenting adults and the line for me was in what I thought his intentions were; and all I saw was a man wanting to try something new.

So I lay on the bed as he stood over me and my excitement to watch it all happen got the best of my eye(s).

*Not all blog posts will be sexual in nature.**

**Probably