How To Get A Sex Blogger To Have Sex With You

Aug 27, 2010 • Feature, How To, Lessons

I’m a sex blogger. That means I write about sex. Does that mean I have sex? If I write about it in a non-fiction publication, then you can safely infer that yes, I do. Does that mean I will have sex with you? No, it does not.

If you infer that I must enjoy sex because I write about it favorably, you’re correct: I do. This does not mean necessarily that I have it randomly. It just means I have good sex. In my experience, having good sex is more than being good at sex – it’s about picking suitable partners. That means that I have a very precise vetting process for potential partners.

Thus, messaging me proclaiming you want to fuck me will not result in me replying in the affirmative.

You may feel very close with me because of how much I share about myself, but do note that this is a one-sided relationship. My interaction is with a screen and keyboard, not with you. So while you feel you know me, I do not know you at all.

A good way to get to know me is to engage me regarding the content I post. Yes, we may talk about sex, my preferences and your own. That does not mean you should suggest we fuck. It just means we’re discussing our preferences. Please note that many people engage me in this way and the best way to differentiate yourself is by having intelligent conversation with me.

If I am interested, I will begin getting to know you, most likely in the medium that you initiated the conversation. I will not meet you just yet, simply interact with you until I am confident that you are the right choice. This may take months and you may never be aware of what’s going on as I do not want to taint the results; I want to gauge you in your natural element.

Once I decide you qualify, I will let you know. There is a difference between remaining objective and being coy. I am not coy. If I wish you to pursue me, you will be made aware of this in no unclear terms. I may still not meet with you at this point, either because I am otherwise engaged or simply do not feel like doing so. Pressuring me continuously to meet could result in disqualification for failure to accept my preferences.

When the time is right, I will suggest we meet and if at that point you are still interested, the possibility of us fucking will finally be made valid.

Now that you know the basics, allow me to provide you a cheat sheet of things I strongly dislike, in the event you decide to engage with me:

My response to compliments is brief. It goes like this: “thank you.” Excessive complimenting is perceived as sycophantic and may backfire.

Messaging me to “talk about sex” will only result in me asking whether you live in Los Angeles and care to submit a story of your conquests for me to publish on one of my blogs, then quickly forgetting your name as I browse the rest of the 1,200 e-mails saying the same thing.

Messaging me that you want to sleep with me because you want to see if you are “up to par with a professional sex blogger” will result in ire. I am a woman, not a measuring stick of your abilities.

Messaging me suggesting that the man with whom I am involved is a poor specimen is tantamount to saying that I don’t know how to select a mate, however brief our encounter. This is more a comment about my capacity than the man in whose company I find myself. It also makes you look a little pathetic. Refrain.

Abusing the direct message function on Twitter is impolite. If you do not have my e-mail address, please ask, including a brief note saying what the message regards. I don’t IM because I don’t have time. I don’t wish to turn Twitter into Gtalk. On that note, the shorter the e-mail, the better. If your e-mail is too long, I won’t read it. Get to the point.

I dislike the telephone. If you have my phone number, please refrain from calling me unless you absolutely have to do so. Do not be hurt if your call is ignored. Leave a voice mail at your own risk, as I rarely check them. I am more responsive with text messages – if I feel the message merits a response.

Messaging me to talk about “possible business prospects” will result in an eye roll so hard, it may dislodge my optic nerve. I may or may not respond asking what you mean. Responses to such a question that fail to provide me with a concrete business proposition will be ignored. If a concrete business proposition arises and I am interested, I will flesh it out over e-mail. I will not be calling or meeting to discuss before a contract is drafted. Nothing personal – business is business.

Contacting my friends in the hopes that they will assist you – especially if you hardly know them – is considered a breach of etiquette and they have my blessing to mistreat you according to how irritating they find your request. I have yet to decide who is more cruel when dealing in these situations. I suspect Jessica wins with her flair for profanity, but don’t mistake Melissa’s silent disapproval for complaisance. Her retribution tends to take the form of immediate social disqualification.

When approaching me at social events, please do not interrupt a conversation under progress, as this is rude to those with whom I am speaking. If you should see me out and about and I am having an intimate conversation, please consider whether it is appropriate to approach before you do so.

If someone tweets that they are with me at a location, showing up to hang out with us when no invitation has been issued to you is considered incredibly rude. So is whining that you were not invited – especially if you rarely interact with me.

If at any time I let you know I am not interested in you, failure to accept this will result in a firmer response that could escalate to aggression. Don’t make me go there. It’s not fun.

Remember, the fact that I won’t sleep with you is not a reflection of your prowess. It’s just a reflection of my preferences. Of course, if you message me publicly on Twitter demanding that I fuck you, I may hold you up to the public for a chuckle, but you can’t really blame me, can you?

Look at it objectively. I promise you will eventually see how ridiculous such behavior is.


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  • Sachendra

    Brilliant. What a balanced way to address a difficult issue

  • Robert Fischer

    It’s kinda stunned that you had to be so explicit about some of those things. Finding out the location of someone you barely know and then inviting yourself into their life is downright creepy, even in this age of FourSquare and Twitter.

  • The Barreness

    I am commenting to tell you two things.

    One, I am SO glad that I am not the only one who goes through this.

    (Yes I have sex. Sometimes lots of it.

    No, I do not require your comment or participation and attempts to push such things will almost never work out well for you.)

    Two, I feel I ought to warn you that I may be referencing this post on numerous occasions.

    Thanks for providing aforementioned convenience and do let me know when/if I can ever return the favour.

    Brilliant blog. Rolling now.

    Reading from this point on.

    – B x

    • Anaiis

      You are more than welcome, darling, please do let me know when you do so I may read what you add to it! Imagine a collection of people who write about sex, detailing their experiences as it regards this particular annoyance! We could make a coffee book!

  • Ryan Cole

    I don’t suppose selling you a Dr. Seuss book in Latin gives me any kind of a leg up, does it?

    • Anaiis

      Ryan, you’re hilarious!

  • Anaiis

    Thanks, Sachendra.

    Robert: A friend of mine and his girlfriend once Foursquared their dinner location. Two people who knew them on Twitter showed up, even though it was clear that they were on a date. Melissa Jun Rowley has written about this sort of behavior. We call it SMES (Social Media Entitlement Syndrome). It’s a textually transmitted disease in Los Angeles.

  • geeknik

    I guess being a female sex blogger on the web is akin to being a female video gamer on Xbox Live. Nothing personal, but I’m so glad I don’t have tits. =)

    • Anaiis

      I’m so glad I game alone.

  • Martin English

    I’m with Robert on this – Whether it’s Naivety or not being both female AND as open about my sexuality as you, I sometimes forget that whats make your ideas so accessible for me also makes them (and to a certain extent, you) accessible to the creeps of this world.

    Now, if I was my sister or my parents, I’d go into some rant about you brought this onto yourself. But you haven’t. You’ve set boundaries, and if I (or any one else) steps over them uninvited, we deserver everything you can dump on us !!

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  • Dead Cow Girl

    Haha! Awesome! I’m so sorry you have to deal with that, but hilarious response.

    I should have written up something along these lines to address the houseboy issue Pro Dommes have.

  • Jonathan

    Having sex with someone you care about, even if you have never met them, never even seen their face, can be extraordinary.

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  • CGHill

    “Messaging me to talk about ‘possible business prospects’ will result in an eye roll so hard, it may dislodge my optic nerve.”

    I have to admit, that’s the best sentence I’ve read all weekend.

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  • Marie

    LOL @ “textually transmitted disease”! I had no idea how much sex bloggers have to put up with. Sound like you can handle it, though! 😉

  • Laura

    Ah, memories. I really hated the ones that wanted to mix “business” with pleasure, myself. If you just want to bang chicks for a living, all you need is a Hollywood studio and a couch, so why must they pick on the poor, beautiful writers of the world?

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