Anyway, back in the hotel room with my sexual spelunker, I stubble on with a gracious, "Uhh...."

He leads by example. He's got this shit down. In less than 60 seconds we've covered testing, preferences, and limits. Check, check, and check.

But I am convicted. I have not been practicing what I preach to the mainstream still struggling to understand what consent looks like. Being at sexual freedom conferences is a bubble of acceptance for free sexual expression. Outside of the bubble, I should be be teaching in action. That's what it means to be a sex activist.

I stutter through a negotiation at first, but after a while it seems much like negotiating a kink scene. But honestly, I felt a little guilty about not practicing what I preach to the baller level of the people I want to call colleagues. I promise myself to do better.

#SexShaming