So today I was thinking about the subject matter most of my writing contains. And then I realized something: Some women are still ashamed of their sexuality. I have friends who’ve read my book, enjoyed it immensely even, but they’d never tell anyone about it. Not really. I’m still surprised after the success of Fifty Shades and the box office stats for Magic Mike last summer, that women aren’t embracing their sexuality more than they are. Don’t be ashamed of your smut. You own that vagina, now act like it. Sex is something that without which, the human race would disappear. Women are the life bearers, the vessel. You don’t have to be blatant with your reading tastes, but it’s okay to admit that you’re not embarrassed to read about sexy bits smooshing together; that you actually enjoy reading things that turn you on. It’s okay. You can and should read whatever the fuck you want.