Smart is Sexy

Greetings, girlfriends. And welcome, Dapper Dans. Please, take a seat at this little tea party of mine. Chamomile? Earl Grey? Lemon or milk? Pastries on the tray beside you.

Now then, once you're comfy, let's talk about sex, shall we?

Smut

Because there's just so much to say -- who's having it, and how, and why, and how much. What's it like in your bedroom?

And who else is talking about sex? Who's writing about it and who's reading about it and is what they're writing and reading worth our time?

Now, I'm no expert in anything fancy -- no MD, no OB/GYN, just a lady who likes books and sex and books about sex. Writing and reading them.

I'm a firm believer in the fact that reading is Sexy, that Smart is Sexy and that Sexy can be smarter than we give it credit for. I've made it my mission to spread that belief around the world (or at least the internet) like delicious butter on a hot scone.

A lemon scone. With icing. Yes.

Living A Double Life

I discovered Sexy late in my young life. I was Smart, first. I was the smart kid, the nerdy teacher's pet who preferred the library to the mall and new books over new shoes. Smart was who I was for most of high school. It wasn't really until college that I came into enough self-confidence to realize that hey, I was pretty, too. That I could play with make-up and cute clothes and fancy purses and that furthermore those things were just as fun and interesting as wandering the bookstore for hours.

And hours.

But these two halves of my life had a tough time agreeing with one another. If you were cool -- Sexy, Pretty, Hot -- you weren't supposed to care so much about your grades or be so interested in British history and Shakespeare.

If you were a good little bookworm you shouldn't have time for clothes and hair and dating and lipstick.

But why not, goddammit?

Why, I'd like to know, is it so unimaginable that the hot chick should also be a straight A student?

Why can't the CEO own the board room in a gorgeous pencil skirt and some badass heels?

Smart and Sexy are not mutually exclusive states of being, my friends.

Taking Back the Stacks

We can have Harlequin romance novels on the same shelf as Socrates and love one just as much as the other. And we don't have to feel ashamed of either choice.

So I've carved out this little corner of the internet for myself to offer you a safe place to be both. To be as nerdy or as sexy or as both as you want.

Have some tea and A, a slice of smut with your scones, and let's read some Shakespeare aloud, shall we? I promise you it's dirtier than you think.

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