Something I have been thinking about lately that I feel needs addressed.
I’ve begun, deleted, walked away, and come back to this post for weeks. I’ve changed the title, purpose, and even audience for this post more times than I can count. I can never figure out where to start. And maybe there isn’t really any good or easy place to begin such a topic. I was talking yesterday with my sister about what I was going to write on for my next post.
“I’m going to write about sex,” I finally decided.
“You can’t write about sex,” my sister says. “You’ve never had sex, so there isn’t much you can say about it.”
Thought 1: Challenge accepted.
Thought 2: If only that were true.
She’s right, I have never had sex. I am, after all, the good Christian girl. As such, I’m not supposed to think about sex, want sex, imagine sex, crave sex, or exude sex. Sex is off…
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