The last person I had sex with was a Republican

And hopefully he is the last Republican I have sex with.

Most of my sexual encounters over the last year have been just that: a sexual encounter, one that may repeat itself or may not, and never something of true intimacy or intention. A bang and a goodbye. That’s really all I’ve been craving. And since none of these casual hookups were ever in the running to be my boyfriend or even a consistent human in my life, I never felt strongly about whether or not our views aligned or even whether they were a particularly good person. Sure, I cared if they were a generous lover and a respectful fuck, but that’s about it.

Of course, I never matched with someone on Hinge who labeled themselves as moderate or conservative. I’m not an animal. If I had the opportunity to weed out the Republicans who entered my canal, I was going to do so. Not even because I was morally opposed to banging across the aisle, but simply because I found that label to be a huge turn off and make that person immediately less hot.

However, sometimes you find yourself in situations where you meet someone in a bar, or a hot Hinge boy doesn’t have his political affiliation listed, and without realizing, a conservative is up in your coochie. While those moments weren’t necessarily a common occurrence for me, I didn’t try to avoid them.

And a few weeks ago, before Trump was elected, I ignored all the Republican warning signs in the hopes of bedding a hottie.

I found myself on one of those 24 hour first dates.

We met up at a wine bar at 3pm, journeyed to Queens for a concert, got midnight McDonalds, made out in the Uber ride back to his place, banged at least three times before my vagina was taped out and had a snuggly sleepover. It felt like five dates in one, and it was really fucking fun. 

Throughout the night, little red flags popped up. He mentioned that his dad would “kill him” for letting me buy our second round of drinks (after he bought the first). He said that Taylor Swift’s “biological clock was ticking” (but did apologize for that after I almost threw hands). And maybe most concerning of all, he was from Florida. But, again, I’m not looking for or even wanting a boyfriend, so some minor character flaws and even red flags aren’t the worst thing.

But come morning (1pm), after I had already let him enter me thrice, some major character flaws entered the villa. Mr. Florida Man declared his love for the politics of both JD Vance and Elon Musk, before announcing that he had no plans for vote because he felt it didn’t matter. I debated all of his points, and he eventually agreed to vote for Kamala Harris because I said I would never blow him again if he didn’t. I’m 100% sure he was lying when he accepted this negotiation.

I have an extremely embarrassing honesty moment coming that I’m very ashamed to admit:

I was planning on seeing him again. I thought he was a stupid boy with horrible political opinions, but I also thought he was sexy and good in bed. At the time, I was comfortable with that trade. Why should I sacrifice good sex just because he doesn’t know right from wrong?

Possibly the most embarrassing part of all is that he ended up ghosting me before our second date. But thank god he did.

Trump won a few weeks after that.

Maybe I’m naive, but I never expected it. I think that’s part of why I was DTF Republicans — because I thought, They’re in the minority here. They’re just confused and selfish. We’re getting back on the right path now. They don’t have power over me.

But here we are now. They won, and their fucked up beliefs have the potential to wield a terrifying influence — over me, over people I love, and over my body. I can’t take sex lightly anymore, which means I can no longer do it with them.

I’m not planning to abstain from sex with Trump supporters as some sort of punishment or strike. It’s purely out of protection for myself. I cannot have sex with someone who would not take me to Planned Parenthood if the condom broke. I cannot practice consent with someone who believes that a rapist is fit to lead our country. And I cannot feel free and in control during sex, if I’m doing it with someone who believes that they have ownership over my reproductive organs.

As Trump comes into power, his supporters will only find more validation and confidence in their beliefs. They will continue to come after my body, and it’s time I put up a shield. I’m definitely late to the game on this — but better late than never, right?

I saw someone on TikTok craft a message to her first date, confirming that the man had voted for Kamala before they met up. I plan to use this template moving forward Even if it means my pussy gets eaten less, it’s worth it.