Savoir faire...love, sex ladies no regrets

"It’s a cold and crazy world that’s ragin’ outside, well baby me and all my girls are bringin’ on the fire. Show a little leg, gotta shimmy your chest. It’s a life, it’s a style, it’s a need, it’s burlesque."

Yes I have seen Burlesque, though I care very little for its cinematic prowess -- it had little to none. The music on the other hand is something worth my time. I am spellbound by the music. I am a fan of Christina Aguilera, judge all you want I dig her "mutant lungs".

This post isn't about Burlesque or my membership in the Aguilera fan-base, it is like the title suggests about sex. Yes I am blogging about sex hold the presses. Yesterday I discovered that I apparently have a certain savoir faire when it comes to discussing the topic, well so I am told. Really? I don't see it. I was asked a question yesterday and without thinking or actually listening (there was a fair amount of discombobulation at the time) I answered yes. The correct answer was no, but by the time I realised my error the judgement was made. Trying to wrangle my way out the the proverbial "cage of explanation" was tricky. But why I did I bother?

The question referred to coitus with a friend of mine. A gtalk conversation later revealed why I bothered to defend my "honour" as it were. "That's funny, but why the fuss if they believe you or not, you  are a postmodern girl, you can knock boots with whomever you like," H wrote. My reply: "I am NOT knocking boots with anyone!" Note the intensity of my defence. H then carried on to explain "me" to me: "Well, yes but you don't shy away from the topic, you discuss it when it's brought up. You talk about it when necessary and to be honest you talk a good game too." That certain savoir faire I was talking about is the "good game". I would proud if I wasn't overcome with a sense of trepidation as to what judgements people have been making based on this "good game".

I defended the coitus non-existent when I didn't really need to. So what if my retraction wasn't believed? My current coitus status is not a matter of national security, no body really cares aside from me. No regrets, that's the mantra of the postmodern girl. Postmodern girls should be open to love, open to caviller coitus and ready to damn the consequences and take the world by storm. I am all for taking the world by storm, but the rest sounds a bit foolish to me.

Happy February.