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This week, I’m at my mom’s house, visiting and still working. It’s the first visit since I told my mom I write about sex for a living, host a podcast, and basically tell people what I think about sex…and kink. She took it (and continues to handle it) surprisingly well. My big fear was how my stepdad would react (he’s not the most open-minded person).
Apparently, he’s fairly impressed because, as he said, “Sex sells.” Well…yeah, sometimes, kind of, it’s complicated. We’ve been in town a few days, and it took him 72 hours to ask questions.
I was prepared for the awkward questions: What kind of sex do you talk about? Why? Do you use sex toys? I was not at all prepared for his easy acceptance of it.
He assumed I wrote fiction – I corrected him. He worried I didn’t have a real job – I corrected him. He wanted to know my plans for the future – I didn’t stop talking for ten minutes, at least. (Oh, and yes, I told them I use and talk about sex toys.)
It was an illuminating and awkward and refreshing conversation about sex and business that I never thought I could have with my family. A day or two before, my aunt asked if I’d heard about the Teen Vogue anal sex article (and controversy) and wanted to know what I thought. And then she listened. The woman who can’t talk to me about politics was happy to listen to my opinion on sex. What the fuuuuck?
What the fuck is happening in my family? And also, I love it. Are they more open to sex than they ever let on? Or do they believe in me enough that they can accept the fact that sex (especially kink) has become a central part of my life? Have I been underestimating them all along?
I don’t know the answers to any of that but it’s been good (so far). When I found the video below on Mashable, I tried to imagine my mother having this conversation with me when I was a kid. But after last night’s talk with them, I feel like I gave a sex writer version of it…sort of. And also, I’m reminded that I need to talk to my kids more openly about masturbation.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I know, I didn’t exactly bring the heat and smut this week. Sleeping in the same house as my mom has always killed my libido. Plus, I hate the idea of squirting (accidentally or not) on one of her beds. Sooooo….the kinky fuckery may have to take place in another location or when we get home. I’ll let John Brownstone decide that. If you came for the smut, though, you know where to go to find it.