Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Can You See The Real Me

A new, and I hope lingering, friend e-mailed in response to some of my more recent and saucy blog posts:

The freedom to be your own person is...enormously attractive. Women who live that way, all independent and confident, are just sexy as hell.

It’s the best e-mail I got all week.

I always believed that. Now I live it and write about it openly. I’m aware and conscious of my small blog readership (although the international contingency and those searching on keywords “thumb in vagina” are a bit of a head scratcher). A blog is personal and not. It's confessional, pulpit and sometimes just plain silly fun. I want to say anything, but when is telling too much too much?

I often joke, “That’s a story for the book, not the blog”, as if that’s more intimate. I write from experience; observational comes far easier than fictional, and I don’t hide behind the “I have a friend…” scenario. Perhaps I portray more of who I want to be than who I am right now, but I counter it with some angst and vulnerability. I never really felt all that sexy before; being open and available and bold and asking for what I want has done more to take me to that place than the lingerie, working out or wine (although all definitely help). And now I choose to say it all out loud. No games attached, no playing hard to get, no ulterior motives. Simple as that. And, apparently, sexy as hell.

But I confess. I pulled this post as first written. It got a little too close. It was a story for the book, not the blog.

1 comment:

Joe the Troll said...

"those searching on keywords “thumb in vagina” are a bit of a head scratcher"

Sounds like something besides a head is being scratched to me.

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