The effect of marriage

Time was, I'd have posted about sex with nary a second thought. I don't personally care whether people know about my sex life or not; I figure that if they don't want to know, they can skip the post. I'd have posted it under a cut warning that frank talk was coming, because I know some of my friends have some old-fashioned ideas about such topics, but I would have posted.

Now, however, I realize those days are long dead. It's not that I have a sudden sense of modesty or anything so American (I kid, really, but I do think Americans are far, far too prudish. We'll discuss the ways in which a bullet will destroy your body before we discuss something so positive as sex? What's that about?), but because, to put it simply, my sex life is not just mine, anymore.

I mean, I don't care what folks know about me, but knowing things about me tells you things about my wife. That's not ok. I mean, hey, if she wanted people to know, she'd tell them, right? And when your readers almost all know your wife, it's pretty much impossible to talk around it.

So now I, too, keep my sexuality pretty much hidden except with close friends who already know as much as we're willing to tell them.

I'm not sure this entry had a point. However, it has been percolating in my head for days, so I thought maybe I ought to just post the damned thing.