Today I’m sitting down with 75$ of porny goodness called “Lost Girls”. It’s a fascinating book. Sex is on every page but I get too caught up in the tragedy and hope that seems to soak every page. I’m a third of the way through it and let me tell you, I could have gone my whole life without seeing the sex scene between Wendy, Peter and Wendy’s brothers, but now that I read it, I can’t help shake the feeling that everyone’s sexual history is filled with uncomfortable incidents we wish didn’t happen, but they did and they are a part of us. Sex is one of those topics that because of laws and/or personal shame, we edit constantly to be brighter and more ideal than it really is. I find myself wondering what kind of a world it would be if we were just honest about what has happened to us in sex, and more open about it. I feel that the only people that really benefit from people not talking about sex is the predators like poor Alice’s Mr. Bunny.
I’m off to read. Be nice to one another and just because I am in a loving mood, give someone an unexpected kiss today.