If you ask a hundred people what this means to them, I guarantee you’ll get a hundred different answers. To me, this means many things: like acceptance, being scared and fearless at the same time, to live as you’ve always wanted, to take off the mask. But most importantly, I think it means vulnerability. We’re told by media outlets, elders, clothing manufacturers, and people whose opinion we seem to care about what it is that makes someone beautiful, sexy, desirable, and healthy.
I’ve delayed myself in writing this a few days as I have needed time to think about what I wanted to say, and how I wanted to say it. I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, or you’re noticing at this very moment, that badge over to the right of this post. (Probably not, if you’re reading this on mobile) As of a few days ago, I was placed on the list of Top 100 Sex Blogs of 2018, and it has really offset a series of mixed feelings I’ve been having recently about this whole thing I have been working on over the past 2 years I’ve been writing for Forbidden Writings. If you’ll indulge me.
Things have been pretty rough the last couple of months. I told myself this was going to be the year I would start making more regular posts and help this blog really take off. At the start, things were going OK, and I was able to consistently put out a good handful of posts each month. However, I’ve been finding it hard to talk about anything the last few months, other than the Smut Marathon. But last night I was thinking about how there was much I wanted to talk about, and all the story ideas I have literally laying around in composition notebooks and pocket pads and began to wonder why I was feeling this creative wall in front of me.
Hello, sexy people. It’s been a while since I wrote anything new, and I do apologize for that. It hasn’t been easy lately, with the dreary weather, my landlord only just now getting around to renovating my floors, and work being especially hard lately. Depending on what you believe, you could also blame planets going…