Manifesto of a Love Junkie

The Love Junkie Manifesto

By Steven Leake

I was born into a culture that fears its own body. A country that sells sex in every advertisement, yet condemns honest intimacy. A society that commodifies desire in shadow markets, while pretending the sacred act of love is obscene. That hypocrisy ends here.

I am Steven Leake, poet, author, DIY folk-rocker, libertarian agitator, counterculture philosopher. I carry the word LOVE tattooed across my back, its V formed by two syringes, because I am addicted to truth, to intimacy, to connection that cannot be manufactured or bought. I am The Love Junkie.

This is my rebellion. Not with a gun, not with a vote, but with my body and my truth. My art is not designed to titillate the hollow appetite of a broken industry. My art is designed to heal, to educate, to liberate.

I believe intimacy is a sacred act.

When two sovereign souls meet in passion — bound not by coercion or shame, but by choice, respect, and joy — they honor not only themselves, but the God who gave them breath. To touch, to kiss, to enter one another with love, is to participate in creation itself. This is worship. This is rebellion. This is freedom.

I believe sex must be reclaimed from exploitation.

Pornography as we know it is a mirror of capitalism at its ugliest: profit above people, spectacle above substance, exploitation disguised as entertainment. I refuse that model. I choose transparency, consent, fairness, health, and dignity. Every performer in this movement is not a commodity, but a co-owner, a sovereign individual with benefits, protections, and equity.

I believe in the right to love freely.

The State has no place in the bedroom. Church dogma has no authority over the bonds of flesh and spirit between consenting adults. To love — man to woman, woman to woman, man to man, soul to soul — is not only our right, it is our birthright. Love is liberty embodied.

I believe in marriage renewed.

This is not about fleeting encounters. This is about strengthening the union of committed lovers, giving couples new eyes, new breath, new rituals of passion. Through tantra, through mindfulness, through celebration of the physical body, we rediscover marriage not as contract, but as covenant — a covenant made alive through intimacy.

I believe in counterculture courage.

Every empire censors its poets first, then its lovers. By standing here, unapologetically naked, unashamed in my joy, I am carrying forward the torch of every rebel who refused to kneel to conformity. From Ginsberg to Hendrix, from Emma Goldman to Timothy Leary, from punk squats to crypto hackers — I am adding my verse to that long, defiant song of American counterculture.

And this is my verse:

That sex can be ethical.

That desire can be sacred.

That love can be sovereign.

That art can heal.

That freedom can live again in the body.

This is more than performance. It is activism. It is education. It is art. It is worship. It is my offering to God, to my fellow sovereigns, to the culture I was born to disrupt.

I am Steven Leake. I am The Love Junkie.

And I will not apologize for love

I am a poet, a DIY folk rock singer-songwriter. Libertarian agitator. Fashion anarchist. Tech tinker. Strategist. Philosopher. And now, unapologetically, an eroticist.

This is The Love Junkie.

Not a brand. Not a product. Not a church.

It’s a rebellion. A philosophy. A practice. A war cry.

1. Love Is Not a Commodity

Sex is not porn. Love is not Tinder. Desire is not an algorithm.

We live in a culture that has strip-mined intimacy, packaged it, and sold it back to us in plastic, pixelated fragments.

They want us domesticated, isolated, masturbating to screens, buying toys, paying subscriptions, thinking that’s connection.

Fuck that.

Love is not a product. It is the most dangerous, most subversive force in human life. It cannot be bought. It cannot be downloaded. It cannot be gamified.

2. Sex as Revolution

Sex is not sin.

Sex is not shame.

Sex is the most primal technology we have.

It is a door. A portal. A direct channel into what every religion, every drug, every ideology is trying to counterfeit: union with the divine, through another human being.

To touch someone deeply, to open yourself raw, to burn in their gaze—that is revelation. That is truth. That is the closest we get to God on this earth.

If power wants to control you, it must first control your body. Your desire. Your orgasm. Your ability to say yes and no. That is why sexual freedom has always been political freedom.

3. Punk Love, Libertarian Flesh

My ethos is DIY. No masters, no middlemen. I do it in art, in music, in politics, and now, in sex.

Love Junkie rejects authority: the state, the church, the corporate platform, the guru, the algorithm.

No one dictates how you love, how you fuck, how you find yourself in another body.

Your body is yours. Your desire is yours. Your truth is yours.

And when two sovereign beings meet in flesh, soul, and sweat—consensual, electric, awake—that is not chaos. That is order of a higher kind. A contract of freedom and trust written in skin.

4. Beyond Porn, Beyond Shame

I’m not here to play purity cop. I’m not here to ban porn or shame kinks.

But I am here to demand better than the machine-feed of pixel sex, dopamine drip, and dead-eyed scrolling.

Porn can’t give you the trembling hand on your hip.

The stillness after orgasm where two hearts sync.

The terrifying, holy vulnerability of saying: I see you, all of you, and I still want you.

That is where sex stops being entertainment and becomes art.

That is where intimacy becomes revolution.

5. The Erotic Is Sacred

To be an eroticist is not to cheapen love, but to elevate it.

To strip away shame, doctrine, and fear, and to restore the erotic to its rightful place: as the pulse of life itself.

The erotic is not just about sex. It is about the way we touch, taste, speak, listen.

It is the charge in a kiss, the gravity of eye contact, the courage of surrender.

It is saying: I am not here to use you. I am here to meet you.

6. Love as Praxis

This manifesto is not just philosophy—it is practice

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• Create your own rituals. Don’t wait for systems to give you permission.

• Seek presence, not performance. Sex is not theater, it is communion.

• Reject the spectator mindset. Be in it, not outside of it.

• Honor your partner as divine. Every kiss is prayer. Every orgasm is revelation.

• Build community. Not cults, not hierarchies—networks of lovers, friends, co-conspirators in the art of freedom.

7. The Junkie in Me

Why call it Love Junkie?

Because love is the only addiction worth having.

Because we are wired for connection, and when we deny it, we wither.

Because in a world that sells us anesthetics, true intimacy is the hardest drug, the fiercest high, the deepest risk.

I am a junkie for the real thing.

Not the pixel drip. Not the dopamine slot machine.

But the flesh-and-blood, tear-and-sweat, god-and-animal, I-need-you-here-now kind of love.

That is my art. That is my politics. That is my revolution.

8. No Masters, No Barriers

To love is to disobey.

To fuck with presence is to resist.

To open fully is to be free.

The Love Junkie is not a brand. It is not a guru’s doctrine.

It is a refusal to let systems hijack what is most sacred about being alive.

It is a reminder that intimacy is not a luxury—it is survival.

The Final Word

This site, this movement, this philosophy—call it whatever you want—exists for one reason:

To reclaim sex and love as acts of freedom, rebellion, and revelation.

The world does not need more porn.

It does not need more dating apps.

It does not need more control.

It needs you—fully alive, fully present, unashamed, awake in your body, awake in your love.

This is the future. This is the fire.

This is The Love Junkie.

—Steven Leake