Valentine’s Day, the day the diapered dwarf and his infamous bow and arrow, is lurking around to pierce those sicky icky in love.

And speaking of penetrating, let’s talk consent.

What is consent, you may ask?

Well, according to Webster’s dictionary, to consent is to “agree, as to an expressed wish or a proposed action.”

Think of it as a license. If you have a license you are free to drive the car all you want.

However, if you are caught being a speed demon sans license, you get your ass carted to county.

Alas, consent isn’t just in the bedroom, back seat of cars or in bathroom stalls. I’ve seen movies, I have a vague idea of how you randy sickos operate.

Consent is also essential in the professional setting, academic environment and especially out and about.

Consent is not limited to sexual acts and it definitely shouldn’t be.

Here is some paint to help paint a better picture:

pregnant women.

You know never to touch a pregnant woman’s belly without permission or you run the risk of her getting upset and rolling after you like that boulder in “Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark.”

Same goes with tattoos.

Just because I have a tattoo on display right smack dab on my forearm doesn’t mean you can grab my arm without permission to look at my tattoo, contrary to popular belief, I aint no street punk.

Don’t grab people, just because you are comfortable enough to touch people doesn’t mean that the person you are touching is comfortable with your octopus impression.

A lot of people are touch sensitive, which means something you deem as simple as touch may set off a negative reaction associated with a past experience related with touch.

Permission should be given for any benign acts.

Such as fixing an article of clothing, especially if it is a woman fixing an article of clothing on another woman.

Listen up ladies just because we are sisters of the moon doesn’t mean you have the right to fix something on another woman’s body.

The maternal instinct is strong within us all, but please if the one wearing the outfit hasn’t fixed it yet then that means she doesn’t want it fixed, she’s comfortable where it’s at.

You may think you are doing the other woman a favor but half the time it’s not.

If an adult woman wants her breasts to be spilling out of her blouse or her booty spilling out her shorts or her lonjas on display, that’s her deal not yours.

Something as simple as fixing a piece of clothing on another person’s body can incite feelings of low self-esteem, the other woman starts feeling conscious about her body and whether or not she should cover up.

Feeling confident in one’s own skin is a feat on its own in this day in age of flawless Instagram models, sexual assault running rampant and cat-calling still being a thing.

So please, Touchy Tommy or Nosey Rosey, don’t touch people without consent. You wouldn’t want to be touched by strangers, especially without permission, so don’t be a hypocrite.

In the mumbled words of my very pregnant sister after someone touches her belly without consent, “Don’t touch me, bitch.”