If you’ve ever heard of Anne Lamott, or read her, or adore her as I do, you would never hear one single person tell you that she’s a porn writer. Nobody blames her of having sold her soul to sex. But she writes about it. She talks openly about her sex life, after children, before children, creating children. She talks about her lovers and her faith and her life. She openly discloses her whole self and her readers adore her for it.
She is wholly a woman, a mother, a writer.
And you can’t miss it when you read her.
So why is it that a website featuring the same aspects of life, love, sex, marriage, motherhood, sisterhood, and somehow combining all these fractions of life in one single place would illicit such branding as being “sex” only? Why would a place featuring Serenity Sunday (A path to your enlightened self and thoughts on faith in general) as well as unique views from three intelligent women who rejoice in being who they are, be seen as nothing more than a “naughty” blog?
If we cuss here it’s because we’re fucking sick and tired of being told not to.
If we talk about our love lives it’s because we’re fucking sick and tired of not having one.
If we disclose our insides and pour out our hearts it’s because we know this community embraces us for who we are, wholly, because we come here day after day in that manner; a little naked, a little raw, sometimes drunk, sometimes crying. We come here because it is our place, our space, to embrace being all these parts and encouraging others to do the same.
This is not a fucking sex blog.
Our readers, our community, know this. But on first glace we get heat for being sell-outs. And I want to ask, what are we selling out? Our hearts? Our passion? Our desire to have a site that can maintain itself and bring others here in bigger numbers to share in that passion?
Well. Fuck selling out. Call me a ho. I’m in.
One day I may write that “The thousand points of light are in my pussy, and the right man will like nothing better.” But I wouldn’t be the first. No, Anne Lamott made that quote famous in her book “Operating Instructions” in which she also discloses the hardship of raising a newborn alone. I’ve never found that book in the porn section.
So let us, as a community, embrace our wholeness. Our complete selves. Because we are women, mothers, employees, business owners, lovers, sisters, friends, and genuine. And the latter is why we’re here.
Or at least, it’s why WE are here.
Why are you here? I hope for the same.
Disclosure: This post is written by Mrs. Flinger and in no way reflects our sponsors but totally and completely encompasses who she is and the girls of 704. If you don’t hear them screaming “amen” you’re not listening close enough. Thank you and we fucking love you.
have you been hiding the porn from me all this time. I fucking love you girls too!
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Hell yes!!! AWESOME.
I never thought this was a “sex” blog. Ever.
It’s a blog written by three amazing, powerful, strong, verbal PASSIONATE women, whom I happen to love.
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AMEN!
Not once have I ever read anything on here that made me squirm.
I love mah 704 girls!
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That was a beautiful post. Written by a truly crafty wordsmith with emotion that made me stand on stop of my kitchen table shouting, “if you’re sold out, I’m sold on it… or the lack of it. whatevs.”
Love your girls. I find nothing here that isn’t honest authorship about life, love and bein a good woman.
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Love this. And love all y’all.
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I love this. I love everything about this. There’s nothing platonic, arbitrary or mundane about the intentioned parts of being a woman. It’s nice to see/read/hear the perspectives from more than just the drunken bachelorette party set (no offense meant to them either but I find them wholly represented on the Internet, thanksomuch).
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A sex blog? Damn… where the hell have I been. Here I thought this was a blog about drinking. Oh, and cool parties. Oh, and a fun radio show (which either I’ve completely missed the tweets on or you guys really need to bring it back).
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*standing ovation*
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GOD I LOVE YOU. LOVE.
I’m so hot for you right now.
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A sex blog?? Dudes, if this is a sex blog, we need to have a chat about SEX! LOL. I love this place and who cares what people label it!
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Oh, and (sheepish) I’ve never read Anne Lamott…which book should I start with?!
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Amen. I can’t even add anything intelligible because you said it perfectly. Well done.
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Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
YESYESYESYESYESYESYESSSSS!
Now that I’m done having an orgasm, I just wanted you to know that I completely love and agree with this post.
LOVE.YOU.BEESHES.SO.MUCH.
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Fracking brilliant. LOVE.
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This may be your best post ever. And, as the lady said in When Harry Met Sally: “I’ll have what (Room 704) is having.”
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Pgoodness, start with operating instructions. Definitely. One of my favorite books of all time.
And y’all are our people. “Aint no peeps like a 704 peep” which is especially for Loter and her nanna tea party.
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A-fuckin-men! I love Anne Lamott and I love this post!
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because I feel safe here.
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Awe, Schmutzie! Five star friday!
XOXOXOXO
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Irony- the days I talk about sex and/or my humiliating moments are the days the readers come flocking.
We’re all animals at heart!
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Fanfuckintastic! I love you ladies!
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I like how you also don’t mind your mom being here too. I mean, how else did you arrive at this point?
I would also like to add, that before blogs (aka Room 704), I would sit with my neighbors and discuss the very same topics, in much the same way while the young ones raced about, up and down the street every summer evening. We also played BUNKO which was our covert get together for modern blogs. 12 women who shared everything all year round.
I am a woman and happy Room 704, minus Anne Lamott, is here.
Amen & Cheers to the Social Club!
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