What's up, Slutty McSlutterson?

So, I was over at my girl's blog, getting caught up on her blog postings because I love her blog more than I love cake (okay, that might be a slight exaggeration). While I was there, I read this post. This has inspired this blog post here.

I had a friend once tell me her husband was quite uncomfortable how I notice handsome men. Look, you. If there is a nice looking man in my vicinity, I'm going to notice and I am going to comment. So? This goes the same for any beautiful women.

I've been called a slut so many times. It makes me laugh and my response is always "and your point is...?"

I like sex. I'm a highly sexual being. I don't really think there's anything shameful about that. So keep your judgment to yourself.

Seriously check out Housewife for Hire on Facebook. It's my happy place.

I'm going to get intimate here. This part will probably infuriate Husband that I'm putting it out there for all the interwebz to read. Too freaking bad.

Since I turned the big 30, I've come to realize something. Marital sex doesn't have to be, nor should it be...boring. It can be exciting, but you do have to help that aspect of it along. It requires creativity and a certain amount of bravery. At the same time, you have to have a sense of humor. Let's face it, not everything you try is going to work the first time. You may need to laugh it off that it didn't work, but you can keep practicing. Really, you should be sluts for each other. There is nothing wrong with wanting and needing to have sex with your spouse as often as you can.

Here's the thing. Husband married me - a highly sexual being. I have an appetite and I enjoy exploring that. In the past couple of years, I have felt he hasn't been quite on board with it and seems to not really want to change things up or continue some of the more adventurous things we've tried. I'm creative. But I'm not exactly dominant. So I have to admit, I don't enjoy being the only person to come up with things to do in the bedroom. I want and need him to show me how much he wants me, how much he desires me. And really, that only comes out once every couple of weeks or more.

After I turned 30, my sex drive was so high, I wanted it all the time. I got turned down so often, it got pointless to even ask. There is nothing more humiliating than standing in front of him, naked and wanting him and he is trying to see around you to the t.v. and says "I'm really into this show." That killed it for me. I was done asking, done putting myself out there to be intimate with him. We used to have a really good sex life. It's just....gone. I think it just comes down to no longer anticipating each other's needs and wants. It also has a lot to do with realizing I come second to almost all things. I'm still a slut. Just a lonely one.

That, my dear friends, is a painfully blunt glimpse into why my marriage is in so much trouble. Sex is important to me. And if that need isn't being met, I feel like there's no intimacy. Without intimacy, I feel alone. And what's even the point of being lonely with someone?