Moving Forward

Empty bottle of cake flavored vodka tossed in the lady’s room trash by one of the good girl bloggers. I’m pretty sure it was one of the good girl bloggers because I was with all the bad girl bloggers and we don’t drink that shit. Mainly because we weren’t invited to that party. But still.

When I started this blog, it was simply a place to play around and see how I felt about writing about clients. About opening up and sharing those things that I had strived to keep secret for so long.

Then it became a place to talk about IVF and my miscarriage. Then miscarriages. Then I discovered that I really loved writing. And I especially loved creating a safe place for women to talk about their sexuality; a place to heal, to explore and to let their inner brazen hussy out.

When I was in NYC for BlogHer this past weekend, someone reminded me to save my receipts. Remember, it’s all tax deductible! Tax deductible … That would mean I would have to have income from this site.

Sure. I get some pretty amazing sex toys from Eden Fantasys, but those don’t pay for plane tickets to blogging conventions. I’ve always felt that this was my private place to play. I’ve never been interested in writing for SEO, or modifying content to appease the masses or making myself attractive to sponsors.

Good lord. That would require a LOT of modification. First off, removing the phrase, Good Lord.

Can’t do it.

But, with the sudden discovery that, and I do understand that this is a radical idea so I hope I don’t shock you, but with the sudden discovery that women are sexual creatures, reading that Fifty Shades book, advertisers are opening up their previously caste terms.

They are realizing that places like this blog, are not dirty places to be ignored, but possibly places where women of means gather and perhaps, despite my cursing, talk of sexual perversities and questionable sense of humor, I may have some influence.

The difference between telling brands on the exhibitor floor that I was a sex blogger last year and this year was enormous. Last year they would ask for a business card for their personal viewing and tuck it slyly in their pocket, this year they would eagerly try to tell me what their company had to offer.

Apparently sex sells. Who knew.

I’m eternally grateful to Fifty Shades for breaking that down that barrier, despite the bad taste it left in my mouth and the 20 years it set BDSM back and the rape culture it endorses…. And the illiteracy it endorses. And the… Twitchy palm? Please Christen Grey, get that checked out. It could be Parkinson’s.

So, I feel the time has come to open up my blog to advertisers. I refuse to simply let some soulless hack write about their dating site (I get that offer at least monthly) and I won’t let anyone dictate what I can write about or HOW I will write about it, but I am thinking about …

Hold me…

…putting up a banner ad.

There. I’ve said it. Please don’t judge me. Feel free to click on it as a way of telling me you love me.

You do still love me don’t you?