I was chatting yesterday morning with one of my BFFs, Laura.
We were riffing on dating at a certain age, trust, truth and the internet.
How do you know in this day and age of cyber… well, everything—who is being straight with you and who is blowing smoke up your ass?
Do you lay all of your dirty laundry out there for people to gawk at and take selfies with or do you play your cards close to the chest?
When you meet someone you like how many of your dirty little secrets do you divulge?
Even though it’s getting to be ancient history, dating up until my forties was the catalyst I needed to decide to just lay it all on the line. I chose at a certain point, probably moved along by a profound sense of desperation, not to give a flying fuck.
I knew that nothing I could be, do or say, was the least bit provocative or shocking. To anyone.
Sad, but true.
After writing this blog for coming up on five years now, that theory had been cemented into stone for me.
As I told Laura, “I could write that I fall asleep with a dildo in my ear and people would IM, text, or email me, “Me Too!“
There were sounds on the other end of the phone. I thought she might be choking, but it was laughter.
“Oh my gawd, Janet! Stop!’
“Honey, it’s true! They would write and tell me about a support group they’ve put together, or a Dildo In The Ear Facebook Page.”
“Stop”, she gasped.
“I’m serious!” I continued. “There is no secret about ourselves that is too perverse or previously unexplored that it would keep that one voice (who btw speaks for thousands), from shouting out from the darkness, Me too!”
Humanity is joined in so many ways. There is so, so, so much more about us that is shared than different.
Don’t you love knowing that? I do! There is so much freedom in that knowledge!
I’ve farted in yoga class.
And my vagina has made loud belching sounds during sex. I think it once inhaled a school bus. Oh, wait. You too?
So there! Fly your freak flags, my dears. Why the hell not?
Stop being ashamed. Tell the truth. No more secrets.
So, you like to sleep with a dildo in your ear. Big deal. You’re not that special. I hear there’s a march for that up in Portland in May.
Carry on,
xox
