Due to the great deal of interest shown by our audience, the former Generation (Se)X blog has a new look and a new home in the form of the Dare2Speak.com portal. We owe this small success to certain individuals and, of course, you. The look of the site will be going thorugh changes, articles will be written, new pages opened, and soonenough all will be translated into several languages. Aside form these formalities, our purpose remains the same. To speak openly about sex and to learn from one another. Dare to speak.

We’ll be seeing plenty of admissions and confessions here in the future. Here’s the first: I sent my first e-mail in ’94, have been on-line constantly since ’98, yet this is the first blog I started in Serbian, my first maternal language. Shame on me. I’ll continue to do my best to rectify that mistake and began by assigning this blog the wonderful subject of – SEX. Why sex? First, because it’s one of my favorit subjects and among the most important activities in my life (the other is history and I’ve already figured out a way to cram that in here on occasion as well). Second, because it’s something I happen to be good at (there will be testimonials to that effect here) and I am often asked for advice on the subject which, I am told, works and some people seem to really need it. I’m a talented kid, what can I say? Third, because I believe we do it best here in the Balkans. G’ahead and prove me wrong. I double dog dare ya!

After a deeply concerning evening conversation with five young ladies, my girlfriends, a few years ago it occurred to me to start blogging about the subject. I was just ending a bad marriage, or rather begining what was to be a long divorce, and was living alone with my kid. So there we are, the six of us, sitting chez moi and chatting to the tune of gin and votka mixers, when it turns out that I’m the one getting the most quality and quantity out of my sex life, out of the lot of us! Considering the state of my life and sex life at the time, i was shocked to discover this. Allow me to clarify, two of these friends are married (thirty-ish, stay at home moms with a nice income, one kid each), one is single and hasn’t had a boyfriend in years (not kidding) and the remaining two are single, twenty-something, nice steady jobs, and are roommates (one is in a relationship and the other is cruising the dating scene actively). Of the five, only two have experienced orgasms and just occasionally at that. Oh, boy. “Girls, but why? How???” I exclaimed. They all make the same claims, packaging them just a little differently: I’ve lost the will, too much stress, fatigue, and I haven’t met a man who knows what to do with me. So I let them go on (byt which I mean: let them go on with excuses in an attempt to justify their sexual failures and  pleasures).

Finally, the youngest of the lot (the roommate in a relationship) goes into a detailed story of how “he” doesn’t do this, doesn’t do that, then doesn’t know where to touch her… Now, i used to babysit this girl when she was a wee thing so I get a little overprotective and I drop the bomb on her: “Well, how the hell do you expect him to know where your clitoris is when you don’t know?!” The question, of course, was rhetorical and they all clammed up and thought about it. In later converstaions with others, I begin to dicover that these things are common among our generations. Unacceptable.

This goes for the men as well. Don’t think I’ll be giving you any slack either. The fact that a woman (albeit passively sometimes) has the lead role in bed, stands. The female body, first and foremost, is inspirational and more beautiful to both the eye and the touch, lest we lie about that. But a man’s got to be a man. When he’s given the goods to work with, he must know how to make a masterpiece of it. Because all aspects of life are art, and sex is the finest of all the applied arts. I’m not talking about that ‘love making’ crap here. Screw that. In sexual intercourse we must, above all, be open and bruttaly, beastially honest with each other. Yes, there comes a moment when you feel that ‘something’, more than routine sex. And that’s all fine and dandy, but it’s exactly why sex shouldn’t be romanticized or turned into something embelished and unrealistic. Sex can be anyhting from a quick lay to an intense session of intertwining thoughts, minds and bodies. The heart is a muscle that pumps blood. The rest, known or unknown to us, happens in the brain.

Thus – this is where we talk about sex. From every angle and from everyone’s perspective. Because sex is healthy. Beacuse it has a proven effect on prolonging life and induces the production of certain hormones in the body that make us happier, satisfied and more functional beings.Because it’s an essential part of procreation and the evolution of the human race. Because everyone does it and they’ve always done it. Because I love it and I can.

Many thanks to our wonderful local wizard of e-PR, Miloje Sekulić, for blowing the initial blog way out of proportion, those we share mental floss© with at H2O Solutions for their support, and our loyal and supportive audience from Bosnia & Herzegovina, Croatia, the FYR of Macedonia, Serbia and other countries in the region.

Note: I ask that this portal not be turned into a place for a war of the sexes and that we all refrain from any judgmental comments about others’ sexual orientation, preferences and fetishes. Any form of sex in which all involved parties are adults that are participating consentually is healthy and beautiful. Thank you.

About the author:

Danica Radisic, better known to the online world as NikiBGD for the better part of the past decade, is a freelance writer, copywriter, translator/interpreter, research assistant, blogger, old-school information junkie, all around Web addict and single mom of a (possibly evil) genius. When asked for a better description of herself, she’ll answer: “I am just another roaming nomad like the rest, piecing together the random events of my life and calling them – fortunate.”