Sex blogging, life, and waiting for the good stuff

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Journal

I am a sex blogger. This is by no means the same as saying I feel like sex all the time, or every day. Some people may wrongly assume that’s what being a sex blogger is all about. It’s not.

I have taken some time away from blogging about personal sexual pursuits due to some big changes in my life recently. Personal changes, which I may decide to expand upon more in upcoming blog posts, or I may not.

The point of this post is to say times have been difficult over Christmas, pressures from family and keeping up with work and other things. At times when I finally fall into bed at night it’s been hard to get to sleep, never mind muster up enough energy and interest to feel remotely sexy.

That’s not to say I have been off sex completely, far from it. My personal sex life has still been varied, kinky and… there… but the ways in which I communicate this sex life to the world has taken a back seat whilst I rearrange certain areas of my life.

I guess what I am trying to say is that although this post isn’t about me having sex, it kinda is, in a way. Different sex, tired sex, parental sex, lazy sex, sex at the end of a 12-hour-working-all-frigging-day sex where you know your muscles will hate you even more for bothering the next morning but you need it anyway.

So here I am, blogging about remarkable sex that I have chosen not to remark upon. Blogging that there have been days without sex, and days sharing the bedroom with little one while teething, which doesn’t exactly lend itself to a conducive, kinky and saucy atmosphere. Even if I were the kind of thoughtless person who would romp on regardless, which I am not.

People live their life through phases and there are peaks and troughs. I know right now I am climbing back up a wave and can only hope it’s a good long while before I reach the crescendo. This weekend, I move house. Again. Something I didn’t think I would be doing for a long time, if indeed at all. But there we  go. Life changes, relationships change, people change. Or perhaps their true self becomes harder to hide.

As we move forwards into 2014 I feel like I am fast moving towards a sunnier time, emerging from a dark tunnel. We cling to each other in closeness and an intimacy which is often envied, never replicated. Despite being a sex blogger there are sexual liaisons I feel are too private to share with the world. Perhaps I will one day. Perhaps I just want to retain the perfection in just our minds, for a while. Savouring each shared memory, each sensual moment between just the two of us.

Wait your turn for the sex blogger’s stories. I make no apology. They are there, but she is on the move.

Happy New Sex Blogging Year, everyone.

 

– Cara Sutra

3 COMMENTS

  1. Yep, as a mother to three, sex is not always the most glamorous, and the more boring but routine moments never see the light of written words.

  2. Great post. I’ve always written about more than sex but because I write about sex I’m considered a sex blogger. It’s easiest for me to fall into that because if you write about too many things, people don’t know what to call you. I’ll gladly accept sex blogger. Its a noble pursuit full of tons of creative and brave writers, I think.

    • Thank you for your comment. I apologise for the delay in reply!
      I completely agree – and it does take a lot of courage, and more courage when it’s not the rose-lube-tinted world that sometimes others may make it out to be, or feel it *should* be, to make for a valid sex life, or sex blog.

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