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There's pornography, and then there's smut for the smart — you know, the kind of (c)literate writing that can both turn you on and make you think with its inimitable wit and tone. Although a lot of sex positive theory can be dry and academic, there are plenty of sex-positive blogs that are the exact opposite, infusing informative personal essays, sex toy reviews, op-ed pieces, news and the like with just enough sleaze to make it go down easy.
As the editrix of a sex-positive blog (shameless plug!) I firmly believe that the world needs not just more sex positivity, but more sex-positive writing in its myriad forms. You can talk the talk all you want, but it's even better when you can broadcast it worldwide to the horny masses using the interwebs. Whether you're discussing the ins and outs of the female orgasm, dating, relationships, sex toys, the politics of sex work, slut-shaming, or STDs, there can never be enough sex-positive perspectives to lead our sad, repressed country to sexual enlightenment.
Here are five sex-positive blogs you should check out, because sharing is caring, and never more so than when it comes to matters of your part(s):
emitting a bit of a sparkle. The floors are swept. The dog has been walked. The baby has just nodded off to sleep. My husband stretches before giving his tummy a pat of satisfaction, letting me know dinner was on point tonight. For this miniature moment in time, all is well in the world and I am feeling accomplished.
Unfortunately, this feeling will be gone by daybreak. Guilt will take its place.
Every morning as my husband rises to get ready for work, she takes her seat next to me as I give my daughter her first diaper change for the day. Sometimes she speaks softly. Sometimes she yells. All of the time she makes me feel as if I need to be doing more. She tells me that despite taking on the majority of childcare and household chores, I'm not pulling my weight because I gave up my salary. As I indulge in morning snuggles with the baby, she reminds of my husband's taxing commute into the city. When we walk him to the door and wave goodbye, she reminds me of all of the amazing accomplishments my girlfriends are making in the working world that I've left behind.
She loves to taunt me. Who is she? She is me.
When my husband first tossed out the idea of me being a stay-at-home mom, we were still dating. His mom had been a stay-at-home mom and he wanted the same for our kids. I understood and I appreciated the fact that he wanted to provide our future kids with the gift of having their mom around full-time.
"Sounds good," I said. "Let's do it."
It did sound good. I had always wanted to be home with my kids while they were small because my own mom had worked around the clock. As a child, I would have given my left arm to have her around more. At the same time, a part of me winced as those words left my mouth. It was the part of me that thought about all of the career growth I would miss out on during those five years it would take for our then-hypothetical kid to grow from a newborn to a kindergartner. But in my mind, it was all worth it. So I agreed.