The real-life adventures of a girl who is willing to try just about anything.

Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby

I know. What a generic title, right?

I’ve been thinking a bit about an introductory post. About me. About this blog. About sex. Yes, I know I already have an intro post of sorts. But it doesn’t really say much other than “thanks for stopping by” and “good things to come.” Bah. What kind of horseshit is that?? 
What it all comes down to is this: I love sex. All kinds of sex and everything about it. Especially talking about it. I have been thinking and obsessing about sex as far back as I can remember. Basically all of my life. I’ve been masturbating since I was 2 and fantasizing about various sexual acts since I was about 8. I maybe didn’t quite have complete knowledge of all the mechanics, but I couldn’t wait to find out.
Before you inquire about the source of my precociousness: no, I was never a victim of any sort of sexual abuse. Believe me, I’ve wondered that myself. I could never grasp exactly from whence my awareness of sexuality came. I always thought there had to be something wrong with me, that something must have happened to bring this about. But I have full recollection of my childhood as a normal, happy one. There are no periods of time for which I cannot account. Nothing that would indicate any sort of repressed memories. This is just how I am naturally.
I started this blog a year and a half ago just to give myself a place to share details that most would not be comfortable reading or seeing in my other online venues. If you look back, you’ll see that I posted a few times but then kind of lost interest. Recently I have found myself in another sexual reawakening (I swear it happens at least once a year, hehe). This time I really want to put more into it. 
I used to be the girl that wanted to post about everything that happened to me. For some reason, I decided not to put myself out there like that for a long while. I reigned myself in. I won’t say I’ve been miserable ever since, but I’ve definitely felt a distinct longing. An itch that I haven’t been able to scratch. Now I know how to scratch it and it makes me want to claw my skin off, expose everything underneath for all to see. It’s a slow process, however, because I’ve learned that once you fall out of the habit of writing, it’s kind of hard to get back into it. But I’m trying.
There will be some design changes soon, a new home URL, and eventually… a podcast. I’m greatly looking forward to it. I have lots of stories to tell. There may not be anything inherently unique about them. And they may not be as exciting as some that you may read elsewhere. But they’re my stories, and I think I tell them well. I hope you’ll stick around with me to find out. 🙂

1 Comment

  1. Sordid

    I can’t wait to read every last letter.


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