Am I Sexy?
Are you there sex? It's me, Sarah
I read this powerful essay about the pursuit of sex where the author mused about whether you can truly feel sexy if you aren't pursuing the act of sex. From a linguistic standpoint, I don't see a problem with it. I am breezy, but I am not in pursuit of a breeze. I am cheesy, but I am not in pursuit of cheese. Although I would love to be… but I'm currently dairy-free.
The semantics aren't really the point though. What fascinates me is how we've confused our rituals of sensuality with sexiness itself.
I haven't had sex since pre-Trump (this season, not last), yet I maintain all these sensual practices: sleeping on silk pillowcases (non-negotiable, like morning green tea or late night overthinking), keeping my legs smooth (laser), applying expensive body lotions. I wash my face twice a day, tend to my skin, choose between silk or fleece pajamas depending on my mood. But these aren't sexy…they're sensual acts of self-care. They connect me to my…