I think I'm taking embarrassing my parents to a whole new level. In fact, if it ever becomes an Olympic sport, I'm a shoo-in. Can't you just see it?
Anyway, I wrote about Christian sex, and how it's not boring and is, in fact, quite the opposite for married couples with a sense of adventure.
So, you know, if you're going to be grossed out reading about my sex life... don't click over to Toy With Me. Seriously - if you think you'll never be able to look me in the eye again, knowing what Mr. Wright and I do in bed, don't click.
Go watch my book trailer and buy my book instead. No saucy details of my sex life. I promise.
Also, it goes without saying - don't click over if you're a child. Especially MY children.
Finally, the title I submitted for the piece was "Christian Sex: Not Just Missionary Anymore." It got run as "How I Became a Porn Again Christian." You guys all know I'm vehemently anti-porn, right? Okay. Just wanted to get on the record, there.
Photo: Gonzo Jenny put the bunny ears and banner on me. I added the medal.