Sex & the intellect …

I’m not ashamed to say it … I like sex. And I mean that in the conventional sense, of course (um, it’s built for us to like it, duh!), but also, for our purposes here, in the intellectual sense (get it?). Sex and the City and Seinfeld helped make over-analysis of our bedroom exploits a common group sport; here we’ll at least try to elevate the discourse. Or if nothing else, we’ll throw in some literary allusions to seem smarter. (A good book is about as wonderful as good sex, as far as I’m concerned; which might be why I like writers so darn much, but we won’t get into that here.)

If you’re wondering about my credentials, well, I’m not about to list my sexual resume here now (or ever … there are other blogs for that, and I’m happy to refer you to one if that’s what you’re after). But I will tell you that I’ve been a journalist for more than a decade, and I cofounded (and continue to run) SirensMag.com, an alternative online women’s magazine known for its no-nonsense sex coverage. Yep, from condoms (use them, kids!) to vagina anxiety, we tackle it all there. And here, I’ll do the same—though I reserve the right to simply riff on some stupid new study (you know, this just in: men love sex!) or bit of interesting news.

I know I’m not the only one who thinks sex can be smart, fun, funny, and, well, sexy all at once, so feel free to join the discussion on the message boards or at SirensMag … but no perverts, please. (Dare I dream?)