Oh I feel so much of this, or have felt it in the past.
I know I was lucky, that at the end of my 'sexual revolution', I did find someone who, at least for a little while, encouraged me to be as open sexually as I wanted. We were friends (and should have left it that way, as being married was a horrible idea) who for the most part, respected one another and what we wanted.
What I took from that relationship has carried me through since. I briefly faltered, and allowed a man to define what was and wasn't okay for me, but other than that, I have taken charge of my own agency like never before.
That is a fantastic feeling.
I've never moved that far from 'home', I can only imagine, in the right setting, how freeing that alone would be.