Amazing. I write about sex all the time--well the consequences of sex on women's lives, both positive and negative, consensual and coerced, but actually writing about sex well, that's proven to be a different thing altogether.

For starters, it has made me realize how clinical so much of our (okay maybe my) conversations around sex really are. Even a pro-sex feminist like myself has a hard time mustering up the words to talk about sex in terms of pure pleasure, of something that should be done for the simple fact that it feels good.

Oh my gawd did my politics turn me into a prude?!

It's a question I've pondered all month. I've started--and erased--posts that tried to take this topic on and only replicated the sterile and I'll go ahead and say it cold approach to sex. But what is so great about the community here at Women on the Verge is that one of my own Vergettes helped break that prudishness, warm that chill and in the process reminded me that embracing pleasure for the sake of pleasure was about the most feminist act I could do.

Thanks, Karen.

And once I did, well, it showed. In my walk. It showed in my smile, my laugh, my attitude and yes, in my performance.

It was a good look into how easy it is to internalize all that is wrong about sex, even when we don't mean to. And not just wrong but misguided--those influences that prevent us from granting ourselves permission to be creatures of pleasure. To let go, to surrender to the sheer bliss of our bodies, our spirit and our sexuality, that is a feminist act of the highest order.