Before having kids it seemed talking to them about sex would be straightforward: Curious kids ask age-appropriate questions, parent answers. Done. Easy. What I've since found out is sex ed isn't a one-size-fits-all proposition.
I came across this Family Feud segment where the question was, “Married men, what would you do for sex?” The men surveyed answered that they would: lie, beg, cheat, kill, and die for sex... but apparently none would either cook or clean for sex.
Well, there's a big couple sexual challenge in a nutshell.
While at the playground not long ago, a dad told me with an equal mix of awe and horror: “Friends of ours have a sex contract. An actual contract to have sex!?!?!?”
I looked him in the eye, smiled, and replied, “Fantastic idea! They might have found out how to do it from my book.”
In a world where under-the-surface resentment, guilt, and frustration over sexual dissatisfaction is the norm, discussing our ever-evolving sexual wants, needs, and desires makes A LOT of sense. But what if you're not the type to get it all down on paper?
It's inevitable. While teaching a seminar — it doesn't matter what topic, 'Hand Jobs', 'Menopausal Sex', 'How to Fix Your Tractor 101' (kidding...but I'm sure it would happen)--one brave soul raises their hand and asks, “Can you tell me how to find the G-Spot?”
This is where I gulp down a big sigh, try to keep the smile on my face and answer their question — I am after all a sex educator and it's my job to educate people about these kinds of things.
Watching Wendy Williams on YouTube after the kids go to bed is my guilty pleasure. I love her Hot Topics take-no-prisoners candor as she gossips about celebrity culture.
But then sometimes she and her panels talk about sex, and...I squirm, get frustrated and have to walk away from my computer. Sometimes to the point where I promise myself to never watch her show again. (Of course, I can't help myself.)
Case in point: Here, Wendy and her panel talk about scheduling sex - watch as the discussion heats up at 7:18.
The good news…I’m into my skinny jeans (holy cow!) I couldn’t believe it. Emboldened by seeing my clothes looser around my childbearing hips I thought, “Why don’t I see how far I can bring my skinny jeans up my thighs.” I pulled them up and did up the button—I can even breath and sit down. Genuinely astonished!
The bad news…I’m only human My passive aggressive side came out this week.
Oh shower sex how I love thee. You’re fun, easy, convenient…and quick (because sometimes there is only a tiny bit of time when both children are napping.)
Ode to Shower Sex Oh shower sex how I love thee. You’re fun, easy, convenient…and quick (because sometimes there is only a tiny bit of time when both children are napping and sex is possible.)
