I've lost friends, I think, by being too open about sex. Liberal people, but old school liberal - people who think it should all be sacred and intimate and personal, behind closed doors. You think they'd be really tolerant and accepting, but either their experience doesn't go that far, or they're old school feminist anti-porn, maybe, or they're scared or they don't have the vocabulary or they're Christian about it maybe, or, or... ? I dunno, really.
So I like to write about sex. I like this tumblr gathering of people who are so unabashedly positive about their enjoyment and appreciation of sex. A group of women who talk about masturbating, with humour and hunger and joy, oh my! It's groundbreaking, really.
I like to read about sex, and write about it, and look at pictures like this one, and feel not only the tiny earthquate vibration of arousal but also... the awe, the wonder at the beauty of people, of sex, of the communion with each other and ourselves that can take place. See what's revealed, what's experienced. Look at this woman stripped bare, and glowing, and gone to another place, and ... held there. I love that there's a space to talk about that, now. As far away as it may be.