The last few months have been a rough time in my life. I started this blog as a sex blog and it has meandered through so much more than the bodily machinations associated with the sexual act. Recently, I’ve been grappling with incredibly difficult relationship issues among the people I love. I’ve been afraid to say much about any of it for fear of burning bridges and hurting the people I love and am working so hard to cling to.
At the same time, it has seemed disengenious to segment my sexuality out from my loving relationships and chatter idly about funny news stories, sex toys, or jerk-off fantasies. I’m hoping to find the courage soon to break my silence through some vignettes of particularly poignant moments that have transpired in the last few months. It might not be particularly sexy (unless you get off on emotional masochism) but I’ll be as honest as a can.
So, bear with me as this blog transitions into something that is, at once, a protest song and a love letter to the fears, insecurities, and joys in my life.


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I’m reading, and pulling for you.
For 99% of the population, sex is completely intertwined in reality and emotions, so its impossible for you to have a sex blog and not talk about the real like that intervenes. Unfortunately for me, I compartmentalized sex out of emotion years ago, and it was done consciously so as to not get hurt anymore; so that I could have sex without all of the heartache that went along with it. I have been with my husband for 4 years and we’ve never made love – we always only fucked.
So, having sex your way is better.
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