By Request: Your Sex Life

You would not believe how many of you asked me to blog about your sex lives in my taking-requests post.

Okay, maybe you would. And you, and you...

I therefore have the following to say about it:

I am appalled, delighted, shocked, confused, intrigued, or squicked. I know nothing. I know everything. I wasn't there, or if I was, you didn't see me. We have that in common, unless maybe we don't. I, personally, do not usually feel that way about things, unless I do. It's not you, it's me. It's not me, it's you.

It is an old axiom that everybody lies about sex, but I can't tell if you're trying to prove or disprove it. Maybe you should put that image behind a cut. Maybe you shouldn't put that other image behind a cut.

Dan Savage can be an asshole sometimes, can't he? But that doesn't mean he isn't occasionally funny.

Relax. You can't go wrong with relaxing. At least, I don't think you can, or if you've managed you haven't told me.

Have you thought about reading Ovid? Have some of you maybe thought about translating Ovid?

No, no, it isn't too much information until my ears are bleeding; it's just sometimes not my kink, that's all.

Sometimes even now you manage to tell me about something I've never thought of, and then I blush for weeks. Clearly I must think of every possible human sexual variation as fast as possible: I hate blushing.

Honestly, when we get right down to it, I think that you're pretty amazing.

Also beautiful. Have I mentioned?

By Request: Your Sex Life

You would not believe how many of you asked me to blog about your sex lives in my taking-requests post.

Okay, maybe you would. And you, and you...

I therefore have the following to say about it:

I am appalled, delighted, shocked, confused, intrigued, or squicked. I know nothing. I know everything. I wasn't there, or if I was, you didn't see me. We have that in common, unless maybe we don't. I, personally, do not usually feel that way about things, unless I do. It's not you, it's me. It's not me, it's you.

It is an old axiom that everybody lies about sex, but I can't tell if you're trying to prove or disprove it. Maybe you should put that image behind a cut. Maybe you shouldn't put that other image behind a cut.

Dan Savage can be an asshole sometimes, can't he? But that doesn't mean he isn't occasionally funny.

Relax. You can't go wrong with relaxing. At least, I don't think you can, or if you've managed you haven't told me.

Have you thought about reading Ovid? Have some of you maybe thought about translating Ovid?

No, no, it isn't too much information until my ears are bleeding; it's just sometimes not my kink, that's all.

Sometimes even now you manage to tell me about something I've never thought of, and then I blush for weeks. Clearly I must think of every possible human sexual variation as fast as possible: I hate blushing.

Honestly, when we get right down to it, I think that you're pretty amazing.

Also beautiful. Have I mentioned?