I don’t know how or why I came across Sex Is Not The Enemy last night, but I’m so glad I did. It reminded me of so many happy moments… moments of beauty and friendship and love, when, you might be curious to note, absolutely no lightning bolts came and struck me down despite the fact that I was breaking several god-given rules/mores/conventions/pieces of Oprah-like practical advice simultaneously. :)
Sex has been my #1 spiritual experience, my #1 daily joy, my answer to almost everything for better or worse. I’ve felt like an explorer, discovering another’s body, learning to give relief, pleasure, even transporting someone to a state they’d never know any other way. Of course there’s pleasure for me in it too; I want to come as much as anyone. But making love means opening your mind a bit — trying to figure out how your partner is thinking, and what they really want even if they can’t say it. What other activity combines compassion and fun?
Sex Is Not The Enemy finally showed people as happy as I was about sex. Thank you. It’s a beautiful answer to those—both pornographers and religionists—who strive to make sex ugly.
This site will be my little answer back: in other words, my collection of anti-porn. Some things of beauty and inspiration, some really filthy things that make me way too horny and alive, all without much explanation, because if you’ve been there, there’s not that much to explain.
