Sexuality Happens

Some point, while driving the 1836 miles from Philly to Colorado, I was fortunate enough to be invited to dinner by the lovely and incredibly interesting Always Aroused Girl.

AAG is a well known sex blogger, for those of you (is there possibly anyone?) unaware. She tops the majority of blogrolls, and not solely because of the alphabetical placing of her name. She’s one of the elite circle of hardcore bloggers, and I was just dying to meet her. Having been a reviewer for Eden for quite some time, I had been chatting with her for almost a year, and couldn’t wait top meet her in person.

I didn’t know what to expect. What do you ever expect when you meet a legend? As she was a sex blogger legend, I didn’t know whether I’d be pulling up into some love nest of silk, satin, and indescribable quantities of lube, or perhaps, the complete opposite; a house covered in quilts, and white/blue ceramic everything, with a lovely lady sitting on the couch knitting.

My sister and I turned off the highway, drove past the requisite college or university, and found ourselves in an adorable little neighborhood that could have been on a hollywood set as “Anytown, USA.” I found her house by the beautiful flowers out front.

We were greeted at the door by the eldest of her brood, who was sweet, accomidating, and really wanted to meet my kitties, which were glad to be placed away from the noise, upstairs in the babies’ room.

Then, I finally met her. She was lovely, both physically, and personality wise. I sent my sister off to go listen to a Hannah Montana concert with the eldest while AAG showed me her box of sex toy plunder from the top of the fridge in the kitchen. I oohed and ahhed over a marble dildo (still unsure on cleaning — is it porus? can you sterilize it?), puzzled over a “blow job dildo,” shook my head over a new “women’s version” of a sex book I had strongly disliked, and turned green from jealousy over a skeleton dildo that I wanted, badly. A few seconds later, there was screaming, or laughing (possibly both), and two little ones wandered in, anxious for dinner, and eventuall, homemade cheesecake and birthday cake.

After a delicious (and vegetarian friendly – thanks to AAG for the thoughtfulness!) dinner, and after watching AAG on her hands and knees, cleaning up after what looked like Cake Wars III, we sat on the couch, and I played horse to a variety of little ones. The youngest took a liking to my sister, who really has no idea how to play with children, and she sat there, looking stricken, as he climbed up and over her, smiling, drooling, and having a blast. We spoke a little more on the sex toy industry, on blogging, on Eden, and on children as birth control for my sister. I loved her kids; they were amusing, intelligent, and fun to be around…for a short period of time. I don’t know how she does it, without losing it completely. I know I’m not planning on having children, but I do like to get to play, occasionally, with fun little rapscallions such as hers.

We then had to part ways, as we had to drive a bit farther to make it to our hotel that night. We stood in the doorway, cheesecake in hand, children wrapped around our legs as we hugged and waved goodbye. I found out later that the oldest had wanted me to visit again, and was sad to hear I was moving to Colorado. AAG – you and the brood are always welcome to stop by and visit :)

All in all, a fantastic night, and lots of fun meeting another blogger. I am just checking names off my list right and left. Lady Brett Ashley, you’re next, ok? We just need to finagle it somehow!

So to all you doubters; AAG is real, is a woman, and really does have that many sex toys, and that intriguing a horde of little ones. Let all of your doubts be put to rest; she’s flesh, blood, and a lot stronger of a woman than I!

-Essin’ Em