1 year ago
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Sexy Saturdays: Ask and you shall receive.
Happy Sexy Saturday, kiddos! I could not be more happy that my pal The Suniverse agreed to post today. This is long overdue. If you read my post about how the Raw Photos Contest began, you know how Sun and I met and became friends. Since, she and I have become close and I consider her one of my greatest friends.
She's like a big sister and I'd go to her for advice on just about anything. She's like me in that she's quirky and goofy and complicated and OCD. Plus she's a great writer with a rapier wit. If I could change anything about Sun, it would be to get her to post on her blog more. Maybe you all can help me shame this busy woman into making her blog a bigger priority in her very full life. Just kidding. But not really.
I think you'll really love this post. I love hearing her honest perspective. Oh wait, first go follow her on the twitter and subscribe to her blog.
I like sex. Really, really like it. A lot.
It's fun and nasty and silly and dirty and serious and passionate and a great way for me to release tension. It's also a fun way to get to know people. You know, like an ice breaker.
I wanted sex, or at least the idea of sex, from about high school age and on. I was, however, so sheltered, that I wasn't sure what happened where.
True story: I was 16 when I saw a Playgirl magazine and realized that men had pubic hair, too. Seriously.
Unfortunately, I didn't like sex so much when I started. When I was 19.
Did I mention the sheltered thing? I was raised in a VERY STRICT household, where being a virgin was far more important than, say, being a nice person.
It wasn't easy getting over the idea that sex was evil, and particularly the idea that sex outside of marriage meant you were going straight to hell, and that actually enjoying sex meant you were a whore and should be taken out back and shot. Or at least beaten.
Yeah. That'll give you some conflicting feelings.
Anyway, I had sex a few times with a few people before I realized it was not only ok to have fun, but perfectly acceptable to ask for particular things. In fact, people REALLY LIKED IT when I would ask for something, when I was involved in making decisions and not just kind of going along and [maybe] quietly seething because oh, my god, why aren't you moving this way, you idiot?
Being vocal, being strong enough to ask for what I wanted took some time. Actually, it took some time to ask one night stands. It took FOREVER to ask someone I was in a relationship with. Because I figured I'd be judged as, you know, a whore.
But when I was finally comfortable to do that, to say, "Listen, I'd like it if you did this," it was amazing.
That, my friends, was a revelation.
I could ask for something, willingly get it [boy, people will give up pretty much anything when asked while they're having sex, won't they?], and not be ashamed about it.
That last thing? That's the best part.
Not being ashamed with a lover, or a one night stand or with your mate. That feeling of freedom, of knowing it's o.k. to ask for what you want, and even if it's a little out there, there will be no judgment.
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- Public Service Announcement
- Horrifying Shit on Pinterest: Slut Shaming E-Cards
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- My Doctors Always Suck, otherwise entitled Why I Hate Kaiser
- fishcunts and cum dumpsters