Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Not A Joke

Mrs. G asked me to be her sex blogger!

You know how The Women's Colony has different rooms for different subjects? She's launched a new one and she asked me to play hostess in it. Being requested for such a thing is immensely flattering, thank you Mrs. G! It's called G-Spot, natch, and it went live at midnight Pacific time last night.

Welcome new readers from the Women's Colony! Thanks for clicking through and for reading the new room. I think it's going to be a lot of fun. The comments section is already off to a lively start. I'll be chiming in there Mondays and Fridays for now with room for expansion if we're having such a good time we can't contain ourselves. In all seriousness I've wanted to blog about sex and erotica for ages but haven't got myself worked up enough to find a space for it. It's as though Mrs. G read my mind. Our unofficial mission for the G-Spot is, "A chance to answer questions, celebrate, ease fears and shame, recommend products and remind women 35 and over that we still have vaginas." That easing shame part is why, after consulting with smart friends, I decided not to use a pseudonym despite the fact that pretty personal information is bound to come up. Just because it's personal doesn't mean I'm ashamed of it.

This is going to be another one of those times when I have to disclaim and warn the readers who know me in non-sex blogger contexts. I remain baffled (in a pretty angry way) that this is necessary but historically it has proved to be.

This new venture may involve things that you don't want to know about me. If that's the case please use the skills that got you here to navigate away. Quietly. Despite what you may feel I am not standing on your lawn screaming this into your open window. You have the power. Use it or quit complaining. I need to make a code for this disclaimer. Have you ever whined to someone, "But you never called me!" and they replied, "Is your dialing finger broken?" This is the same thing. "But you said something that offends me deeply!" Well, "Is your mouse finger broken?"

I thought not.

Now, for the rest of us, come play with me at the Women's Colony, it's going to be a blast!


  1. I'm terribly excited (no pun intended) about this. I'm going to click on over and check it out.

    Not to be a naysayer, but you KNOW that disclaimer is going to be ignored by the very people for whom it was intended, right? Just sayin'...

  2. I do but it's poor blogger's legalese. When the fan is splattered with excrement I'll be able to point over here and say, "I told you and now, quit your bitchin'."

  3. How are you going to do this when you are a virgin? You ARE a virgin, aren't you? No? Hmph! I'm offended! I'm deleting you and never coming back!

  4. Aw Sueb0b, I love when you comment in sarcastic font.

  5. My 34 year old vagina wants to know if it's old enough to come and play and if it should bring a note from a parent.

  6. Bring her on over. If anyone gives her flak she should tell them she's preparing for when she is over 35, just trying to get a jump on the game.

  7. I love that you are doing this.

    I adore reading ALL your dimensions...headed over there now!

  8. Congrats! I'll definitely have to go check it out.