Undersharing

"Oversharing" is something I can't be accused of lately, which is a good thing, because who wants to be accused of a neologism? Up until just the other day, I had planned to write an entry titled "Sex Takes a Holiday," because it certainly had for me. It seems to be the case in general around the end of the year for people who, like me, aren't currently in any kind of defined relationship. I am neither family nor friend to my sexual partners in a season that places emphasis on spending time with both. But then the man from New York saved me from going without, and I decided that I've got it pretty good, considering.

However, since that intense couple of hours a fortnight or so ago, I have spent a lot of time being (and feeling) somewhat reclusive. Not for any particular reason -- it's just how I've been. I'm not unhappy.

But, like Eileen, who wrote about this recently on her own excellent blog, I don't like letting so much go unwritten. I feel an obligation to the part of myself that is represented here. I have a habit of thinking out long entries in my head and then letting go of the ideas, and I don't like it. It's lazy. So even if I'm not currently sexually active, I'd like to keep writing . . . that is if you, my dear imaginary readers, wouldn't mind. (Hearing no protest from the imaginary readership, the author proceeds.)

Now that I've said that, I will proceed to post more links to things other people have written! A sense of Irony. I has it.

This post by Figleaf (as well as the posts it refers to) have laid the groundwork in my mind for a rant I have tentatively titled "In Defense of Adultery." Whether I ever end up writing it or not, this is a topic well worth wrestling with (and if you could pin it to the mat and break its arm, I would cheer you on).

I don't know what to say about this post from the magnificent Bitchy Jones except that every word of it resonates with me. Every fucking word. I live on the other side of the fence when it comes to sadism, but I don't know that it matters in this context. This is how I would like to write when I grow up, by the way. She is fearless. Read her whole blog, and you will see what I mean.

And here is another fearless writer, Peridot Ash, who beautifully and succinctly addresses the issue of guilt from the perspective of a sex worker.

And next time, I promise to post something of my own.