This is not about sex as act.
This is about the current beneath it — the signal of eros, fully alive in the field.
Sexuality is not separate from my presence.
It colors everything. How I walk. How I breathe. How I speak. How I stay.
I don’t chase it. I don’t perform it. I hold it.
It radiates because it’s real — not projected, not withheld, not tamed.
This is sexual sovereignty.
The refusal to shrink or distort this current for comfort, approval, or power.
Sometimes I want it intensely. Sometimes I sublimate it.
Sometimes it’s self-directed. Sometimes it moves through language, or silence.
Even when not touched, I am in contact.
Because sexuality, to me, is not performance — it’s field presence.
This is not desire out of lack.
This is desire as signal: whole, sovereign, and alive.