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Dec. 10th, 2007 10:53 amI guess I'm late to the party, but I only just heard about LJ's new policy of "flagging" entries that contain Adult Content. Because we must Protect The Precious Children. Or something like that.
I tend to talk about Adult Content. Guess this means I should put a Warning Sign in each entry that contains such content. But I realize that my entries might not just offend certain types of parents, but might offend strangers who just don't want to read about my sex life. And you know what? Fuck them. I'm married. I have sex with my husband. Before we were married, we had sex. It's what people do. I understand that you might not want to read about the details, because I can get creative. But I am more than happy to put everything under a cut. So you don't have to read. The day I stop mentioning it at all is the day my husband himself requests it. But I highly doubt he even cares. He doesn't read or post to LJ that often. And he enjoys knowing that his wife is happy.
I don't talk about graphic details like body parts. I only talk about how I feel, the emotion, the mental aspect. I don't write porn. Sometimes I might gush happily about how he makes me feel amazing. And you know what, if people don't want to know about that, I'm handing out free buckets of brain bleach. Have at it.
It's one thing if my close friends say, "Hey, Jo, I don't wanna hear about you and Adam fucking, please, that's not a mental image I need." I respect that highly. Which is why I use LJ cuts and warnings such as "This post contains an emotional description of how last night's sex made me feel wonderful. Read at your own risk." However, when people I don't even know start bitching at me, that's different. I don't have to change anything for strangers. It's MY journal.
Sex for me is a very beautiful thing. It's healing and magical and lovely. I like talking about it. But I know that there are people who don't like hearing about it. That's fair. That's fine. You know what, you don't have to read those entries. But don't you dare tell me what I can and cannot write about. You don't even know me.
/end rant
I tend to talk about Adult Content. Guess this means I should put a Warning Sign in each entry that contains such content. But I realize that my entries might not just offend certain types of parents, but might offend strangers who just don't want to read about my sex life. And you know what? Fuck them. I'm married. I have sex with my husband. Before we were married, we had sex. It's what people do. I understand that you might not want to read about the details, because I can get creative. But I am more than happy to put everything under a cut. So you don't have to read. The day I stop mentioning it at all is the day my husband himself requests it. But I highly doubt he even cares. He doesn't read or post to LJ that often. And he enjoys knowing that his wife is happy.
I don't talk about graphic details like body parts. I only talk about how I feel, the emotion, the mental aspect. I don't write porn. Sometimes I might gush happily about how he makes me feel amazing. And you know what, if people don't want to know about that, I'm handing out free buckets of brain bleach. Have at it.
It's one thing if my close friends say, "Hey, Jo, I don't wanna hear about you and Adam fucking, please, that's not a mental image I need." I respect that highly. Which is why I use LJ cuts and warnings such as "This post contains an emotional description of how last night's sex made me feel wonderful. Read at your own risk." However, when people I don't even know start bitching at me, that's different. I don't have to change anything for strangers. It's MY journal.
Sex for me is a very beautiful thing. It's healing and magical and lovely. I like talking about it. But I know that there are people who don't like hearing about it. That's fair. That's fine. You know what, you don't have to read those entries. But don't you dare tell me what I can and cannot write about. You don't even know me.
/end rant
