What? Other things distract me from thinking about sex? HA!

No, seriously, I don’t actually think about sex 24/7.

Social media is a huge distraction… These days though, sex is in the news…  but not the good kind.  Hearing about rape and sexual harassment constantly  is a huge distraction and turn off.

2. Have you ever loved somebody so much you thought having sex with them would actually sully the pristine purity of that love?

There are a few people that fall into that category, yes.  Usually it’s in the lady love department, I’m historically much more guarded about fucking things up with them by fucking…  If I make it to being close friends with a lady, I usually don’t want to complicate it with sex.

3. If you could make love to yourself, would you? Describe this experience in full detail.

My go to toy is the The Rabbit. I get on my knees, penetrate myself until I orgasm. It’s really nothing that exciting and it usually takes about 3 minutes.

4. Cum, are you a fan? Explain and expound.

I’m not adverse, but I don’t have any sort of fetish involving it either.

5. Does it creep you out to know that God is watching you as you’re fucking?  

Going along with the hypothetical assumption that there is a God who created the Universe and He’s watching our every move… No, it doesn’t creep me out, and considering how much human’s like to fuck I assume He’s seen it all and is bored with it.  Or maybe He’s jacking off. I don’t know.

Bonus: Tell us something sexy that happened to you this week.

Mr. Bourbon woke me up the other morning with some absolutely fantastic lovemaking.

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I remember quite clearly the first pornographic spread I saw. I opened the magazine to a set with a very hairy woman being shaved bare on the back of a motorcycle by a muscular naked man in a fetish magazine called Nugget.

Shortly thereafter, my mother tried to teach me the 101 on shaving and I panicked and wanted nothing to do with it. Shaving was something I internalized as a sexual act, and here my mother was trying to teach me about it? No thanks! I cried and screamed like I was being tortured and my mother left thinking I was frightened of razor blades (which, to be fair, I sort of was).

I would have been perfectly happy to remain oblivious to the brown hair growing if it weren’t for the fact that middle school girls have a way of making an issue of everything. The first time I had to change clothes for gym class, I didn’t get there fast enough for a bathroom stall, and had to change in the open AND I brought shorts. I was teased merclessly by the popular girls who had no issues shaving. “Why don’t you shave?” they asked, and they took turns getting up in my face and lecturing me on how weird I was.

The status of my leg and armpit hair became the butt of the joke for two years before I finally mustered up the courage to shave. I compensated by wearing sweatpants and long t-shirts to cover my undesirable hair, but then the joke became about how I never wore shorts even when it was too hot to be comfortably wearing sweatpants.  I finally caved around the time my parents both started working more, and leaving me home alone more. I couldn’t bring myself to do this most intimate of acts to myself when anyone was home… I wasn’t perfectly shaved every gym class, but I started shaving enough to not have leg hair on some gym days and could start wearing shorts again.

It took me until I was somewhere in my mid-twenties to shake the notion that shaving was somehow perverted. I agonized over whether or not my pussy ought to be shaved before I went to the doctor because I didn’t know what normal was. I eventually got over the whole “nobody can be home” thing, though to be honest…. I prefer if no one’s around.  I still don’t really like to shave more than every other week, but mostly because I’m lazy and I don’t really like to shave.  Besides, razors are fucking expensive.

Did your first pornographic experience mess with your head as much as mine did? What are your thoughts about body hair removal?

Unless your happen to be the guy that sleeps in the same bedroom as me, I do not care or want to know what you do with your penis in your spare time, how it reacts to stimuli or really… anything about it.  I also don’t care if you find me attractive or what you might like to do to me if you got the chance. That’s a fantasy for you. It’s not appropriate for you to tell me these things. Period. Comments of this nature will be deleted without notice.

It really does pain me to have to make that proclamation after only have written one blog post.  I’m also disappointed with myself that I let a comment that I found to be in poor taste totally knock the wind out of my sails in regard to getting the ball rolling with this fledgling blog… and I’m mildly kicking myself for not having a strongly stated preference in regards to comments in that first blog post… but, hey… live and learn.

For me, it comes down to an issue of consent.  When you cone to this blog, you consent to read about sexual themes of my choosing and I expect that if you have something to say in response that you do so in a respectful and mature manner.  Just because I’m writing about sex explicitly in a post does not give you permission to be equally explicit. Just because I’ve written about sex doesn’t give you permission to say whatever you want to me. It does NOT mean that I have asked for it.

As a woman posting anything on the Internet regarding sexual desire, erotic imagery, etc… you open yourself up to receiving lecherous comments.  Sometimes those comments were probably a well intentioned attempt to relate to the original post that stepped over the line into inappropriateness because some people have a poor sense of boundaries and sometimes the comments are just flat out objectification with no regard to the fact that the person on the other end of the Internet is an actual human being.  While standard operating procedure is to delete and ignore, it doesn’t diminish the fact that receiving such comments is uncomfortable and intimidating.

Bottom line? Think before you post. Believe me, it isn’t that hard.

I mean… That’s a little awkward.

Hi, I’m Roxy. I’m a burlesque dancer (who rarely ever dances because I am l-a-z-y) based out of New York City who’s really passionate about all things related to sex and figured that the Internet doesn’t have enough awesome sex-positive people posting things all over the place, so I’d contribute to the void in my little corner of the Internet.

It’s hard to say on a first post where this blogging journey will take us…  Perhaps stories of the past, of fantasies of the future, of just stuff that I’ve figured out about sex that you might like to know… maybe a little bit of erotica. Who knows?

Welcome on the journey, comrades!