I can be upfront and honest when I say that the expression of sexuality is one of the most beautiful and liberating concepts I can conceive. I’m not talking about the fallacious “false dichotomy”, binary system of “hetero or homo”. I’m talking about a completely fluid, unrestricted classification of sexual preferences. Possibly, even the very act of attempting to label each level of sexuality is erroneous. Why should outside forces be tasked with giving names to another’s passion, their commitment, their intimacy, and the very liberation of their body, the only thing we truly own in this world? Religion and secularist mindsets catch innocents in the crossfire. Both sides claim to have the best interests of the “other” at heart, pulling them through legal wringers, spiritual crises and the circus that is the media. Legalities prevent a woman from freely holding a woman’s hand, a man lovingly kissing another man, a girl in boys clothing catching the eye of a feminine boy. There’s love, lust, play, interest, passion, joy, romance, and more. A person who stands up and declares their passion, their love of sex, the complexities of their hearts—these things are extremely beautiful, and extremely attractive. Love and passion is too often compromised by morality, by law, by convention. If two consenting adults have feelings for one another - - regardless of who’s dressed as what, what biology is where, and all the other particulars—then who are we to find it anything other than beautiful? Passion is beautiful, because passion encompasses hate and love and lust and true adoration. Passion is beautiful, sensual , erotic, artistic, expressive, and has the potential to be infinite. If we would just step aside and see what happens, we just might be able to paint quite the beautiful picture.