I'm going to offend EVERYONE.

I didn't post last saturday, so you guys get a post today.
I had a debate about Sexual fredom and expression with a feminist I didn't know over the internet and it was getting late and so to finally end the conversation, I took the I Have a Dream speech and took a few creative liberties to both express my final opinion on the matter and hopefully weird her out to the point where she doesn't PM me.

It took forever to write, and the longer I spend writing somthing the more proud I become of it.
Check it out under the break!

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Freedom of Orgasm Act. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of repressed sexual desires of woman and man alike, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Libido still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Libido is still sadly crippled by the manacles of civil standards and the chains of shaming and rejection. One hundred years later, the Linido lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Libido is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in the minds of his possessor. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our own demise through the ideology of a single ideal human being. When the architects of our Moral Grounds wrote the magnificent words of the Moral Compass to guide our physical and mental satisfaction to peaceful reward, they were signing a promissory note to which every Human Mind was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all sources of pleasure, yes, Physical as well as Emotional, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of fufillment.

It is obvious today that the world has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as it's libido is concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, We've given the Sexual desires a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity for realization of satisfaction. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of sexual freedom and the security of that in our brothers and sisters. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind the world of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of equality. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of restriction to the sunlit path of sexual justice. Now is the time to lift our race from the quick sands of sexual shaming and injustice to the solid rock of freedom. Now is the time to make this justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the libido's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 2014 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Libido needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if mankind returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in our minds until the Libido of men and women alike is granted rights to satisfy itself in a sane safe and consensual manner. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our culture until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for sexual release by taking sexual freedom away from another.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Libido's struggle must not lead us to a distrust of all those who keep their sexual desires intimate, for many of our more prude and celibate brothers and sisters, as evidenced by their presence in this thread here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom by the pink fuzzy handcuffs of unity. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights for sexual preference, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Libido is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of slut shaming or accusations of animalistic nature. We can never be satisfied, as long as our genetailia, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain release in the privacy of our own homes, with a lover or otherwise consensual partner, or simply with pornographic content. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Libido's basic mobility is from a small corner of our mind to a smaller one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "Good boys sleep with their hands above the covers". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Libido in Mississippi cannot be satisfied by the touch of one of his or her own gender, and a Libido in New York believes he has nothing for which to be satisfied by. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow Chastity devices, some physical and some psychological. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for sexual freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of verbal harassment by both those entitled enough to feel the right to rape, or those believing rape is synonymous for bedroom eyes. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the sex-shaming cultures and communities of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all sexual desires are created equal, and unless harmful to oneself or others, deserve equal opportunity"

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves to chastity and the sons of former enforcers of sexual depravity will be able to sit down together at the table of unity.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of unexplored fetishes, sweltering with the heat of those confused about their arousal, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and orgasmic justice.

I have a dream that my four future hypothetical children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by what they get off to, but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Texas, with its vicious lack of sexual quenching of thirst, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of thinly veiled homophobia and sexism; one day right there in Alabama, little gay boys and lesbian girls will be able to join hands with little straight boys and fetishist girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every porn site shall be allowed on a school PC, every Vibrator and Fleshlight shall be socially acceptable to leave laying around, the rough sex will be made plain, and the softcore sex will be talked about as an icebreaker in church, and the glory of the Libido shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see satisfaction together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the Leather Bars and raunchy chat boxes with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the social stigma behind discussion of sexual activity into a beautiful symphony of Fap-fap-fap and Schlick-schlick-schlick noises. With this faith we will be able to work together, to bone together, to get jiggy together, to laugh together, to stand up for sexual freedom together, knowing that our cocks and our lady bits will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let sexual release ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let aroused people moan from the mighty mountains of New York. Let precum flow from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let Lovemaking ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let Vaginas drip from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let wieners harden from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let Vibrators buzz from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let gimp suits be worn from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let Birth control be a cheap commodity and contraception and a woman's right to choose ring true.

And when this happens, when we allow our brains to become flooded in pleasurable hormones, when we let moans of ecstacy from every sadomasochist and every Rule 34 artist from every state and every city to be heard, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, men and women, Confused teenagers and Frisky geezers, Sadists and Masochists, L, G, B, T, Or even Q, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old slightly altered African American spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are DTF at last!"

(Ps, Looking forward in particular to what Lion thinks)