I love sex so much I’d die for it. I love fucking, I love cumming, I love making other people cum. I love the pleasure of it all. Sex is all about pleasure, the good things in life. It is about how beautiful your body is and how good you can make it feel. It is about empowerment and agency and feeling all the different ways your body can move and all the different ways you like it. Sex is about the beauty of companionship, spending time well with the people you love, even if it is a fleeting love. Sex is about healing — mending broken parts of yourself with the help of joy and orgasms.

Sex has made me a better, happier, calmer person, and I bet people who have lots of sex have a high chance of living forever. I bet sex is the secret elixir of life people have chased forever; I bet that the fountain of youth is just a waterhole orgy.

Writing about sex has been all pleasure too. I’ve reflected on all the pain and satisfaction I’ve experienced in my sex life, and it felt like a sort of verbal masturbation — good, and warm and satisfying. I loved sharing all my personal business with every poor soul who picked up a Tuesday issue of The Daily Californian. Now, when I talk to people who read this column, our conversations quickly spiral to being about sex, and I love it! I love how one second we are talking about our course readings or whatever is popping off on Twitter, and the next I am fist-deep in their sex life. I love hearing other people talk about their pleasure, the dirty, nasty details from their weekend of rim jobs galore, or how it feels so good to fuck the person they want to marry in the missionary position. I love hearing people talk about getting tested together, people who fuck their best friends casually, people who have sex with someone new every night. I love people who defy the heteronormative, cis-centric, white-centric norms of sex, because those norms are bullshit.

I think it’s also pretty bullshit that a column about pleasure and love and joy got so many people pissed off — or should I just say so many men. I’ve gotten called a fun array of names for writing this column. Everything from narcissist to whore to racist have become associated with my name, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Sex is about pleasure. Pleasure is for the privileged. Pleasure is for white men, it is for rich people, it is for people with systematic power. For centuries, people have been stripped of the allowance to experience any sort of pleasure, sexual or otherwise, through systematic dehumanization. In this society, women of color are stripped of opportunities to experience pleasure. Women of color are supposed to use their bodies to labor and to serve, and when you disrupt this exploitation by feeling, basking in and defending your pleasure, people get pissed. They are pissed because in your personal act of defiance, you are overthrowing the systems of patriarchy and racism. The patriarchy doesn’t want you to cum. Sex is power. And the patriarchy knows that when women experience empowerment and agency in their sex lives, a man’s “suck my dick ” and “I cum first” bullshit is done.

Every time a woman of color orgasms, we get closer to dismantling systems of oppression. When you eat out a woman of color, we become one step closer to overthrowing the system of capitalism that exploits the labor of women of color who clean, cook, sew and build for the world’s benefit for little to nothing in return. When you lick the tit, we are one step closer to upheaving the prison industrial complex that disproportionately affects Black and brown women, especially trans women, who labor in conditions that mimic modern-day slavery. When you fuck a woman of color so good she cums — thrashing, squirting and pulsating — you are contributing to the downfall of heteropatriarchy.

By worshiping the bodies of Black and brown women, by prioritizing their orgasms, by uplifting and centering their pleasure, we do our part in taking down the systems of oppression that plague our daily lives.

So fuck systems of oppression the way you fuck yourself: long, hard and often. Fuck ‘em all! Fuck the frats! Fuck the Berkeley Student Cooperative! Fuck this racist-ass, built on stolen land, bullshit institution.

To all the Black and brown women who read this column: Fuck them by succeeding and taking pleasure in every minute of it. Fuck them by graduating with honors. Fuck them by becoming student body president. Fuck them by becoming a leader in your sorority or co-op. Fuck them by becoming their worst nightmare: a successful, happy, masturbating, Ph.D.-holding, taking-no-shit pleasure bomb that will destroy their enshrined systems of patriarchy and racism, one orgasm at a time.

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Rizza Estacio writes the Tuesday column on sex. Contact her at [email protected] .