In a culture that swims in sexual images -- where everything from beer to chewing gum is advertised by half-naked women, where our ten-year-old girls wear make-up and midriffs -- we're still a sexually repressed culture. This isn't a political blog, it's personal, so I won't get on a soap-box about puratanism and hypocrisy. I'll just say this: as much sex as we see all around us, we don't talk about it enough.
I like to talk about sex. My sex, your sex, anybody's sex. I have another blog over at another address where I pretend to be a "lady" who doesn't share details, but that's bullshit. I *love* to share details, I'm *dying* to share details. The problem (as Zuhn aptly identified last summer) is my audience. After two years of blogging and building up a small but loyal readership, it just seems inappropriate to spring something so different on them. One day I'm whining about my career crisis or cracking wise about the politics, and the next day I'm talking in graphic detail about fisting someone? Really? I mean, I can imagine coffee shooting out of people's noses all across the country and into Canada. (Perhaps I have an inflated idea of my popularity...?)
Anyway, I started this blog so I could talk about sex. No, this is not a porn blog. I happen to like porn myself, but I'm not planning to use this as an opportunity to entertain you with my stabs at erotica. I want to write about my own sexual experiences and exploration. And I encourage you to post comments about your own sexual experiences and explorations. I'd like to turn this into a fabulous sexual dialogue where nothing is considered too personal to share and no question is considered dumb. The more we share, the more we'll all know. And, hopefully, the better sex we'll all have.
What do you say?