I meant to post this sooner; but, as they say, better late than pregnant. Our AC was on the fritz this weekend, which meant a lot of time spent away from home (a 95° apartment is no place for me), and a lot of sleeping once the AC was back in action.
BlogHer recap posts from people I met there:
- AAG: So Here We Are at BlogHer and Thank You, Friendly Cabbie
- Cunning Minx: Sex bloggers meetup and Yay BlogHers!
- Susan Mernit: Blogher07: Sunday morning take-aways and Blogher: Surfing the Sex and Relationship bloggers
- Viviane: Back home from Blogher and Chicago
Heh, I suppose I’m officially a “sex blogger” now?
Well, that is fine with me! (And I feel humbled to be considered of the same caliber as many of those with whom I share the label.) As Rachel so eloquently put it:
I’ve been trying really, really hard of late to check myself from having to “apologize” or downplay that, yes, I do, write about sex. It’s easy as pie (or cupcakes) to fall into the trap of seeing writing about sex as lesser: less valuable, less challenging, less worthwhile. Of seeing all writing about sex as simply exhibitionistic without any greater purpose. I do it all the time and am learning to rethink those assumptions, not just for peace of mind about what I do, but because it makes the writing that much harder if you only half believe in its worth.
My conundrum in talking about this is that I don’t believe there inherently should be a greater purpose. I’m sickened by the current way we define obscenity legally, that every other value (scientific, artistic) comes first, that “prurient” is such an epithet.
RIGHT. ON.
In other news, I’m feeling a bit worried about the ongoing situation (approaching ’saga’ territory, in the lexicon of melodramatic bloggers) of my stripper pole. On the one hand, it would be fun and possibly arousing to listen to Rusty verbally strong-arm some folks; on the other hand, I just want the damn thing to be taken care of already, so I can practice. I already feel like I’m lagging woefully behind the rest of my Level 4 class, and I know the self-doubt isn’t making things any better.
Oh well… I would write more but I’m worried a bunch of assholes are going to swoop in and tell me to stop being so selfish, don’t I know there are people starving in [exotic location]?
Oh and one other thing: Ren, Kim, Belle, AP, Octo… much love to you all; I’m still not caught up on your blogs. Just wanted to make sure you know I’m not ignoring you!
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2 Responses to "OPP (Other People’s Posts)"
I think there’s a striking difference between people who blog nothing but sexual situations and encounters, and people who delve into the deeper questions of how blogging and sex connect, offer personal anecdotes, etc…
I’m not saying that blogging one’s sex life and little else other than that is bad, it’s certainly vulnerable, but there’s a craving to know the person behind that blogging. Perhaps it’s the ultimate voyeurism - you can read not only the intimate acts, by the intimate feelings, from someone who does not know you’re reading, does not know who you are, or what you’re thinking. It’s a safe pseudo-intimacy that you can’t get from a movie or a book. This person is real (at least you can tell yourself that and stand a chance of being right) and the experiences they blog about really happened.
Oh, good god. The people. The starving. The drama.
Your life and your blog are about YOU. Those seeking starving drama can go elsewhere. If the assholes come swooping we will shove things up them with great force and no lube.
So, my dear. You were saying something about the Saga of the Stripper Pole?
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