
by Harriet Hairston
Disclaimer: This article is Rated MA: for mature audiences only. It’s an honest assessment of some attitudes I had towards sex that I recently took a deeper look into. I’ve always been very transparent in my writing, but very rarely have I approached the subject of sex as the sole content of an article. If it makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read any further. That said, here goes nothing…
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I’ve always been a “good little Christian girl.” My attitude towards sex has been very reserved, but not necessarily repressed. When I was single, I fought hard to remain celibate until I got married. Although I wasn’t a virgin, my–ummm–experience was very limited. *See, I’m blushing just thinking about telling you all this.* My husband, being the patient, gentle man he is, was always very sensitive to my needs.
Unfortunately for him, I didn’t know what those needs were. I was celibate for seven years before getting married. That time frame was my trophy to show others that it can be done, and that a woman is truly worth the wait when it comes to sexual intimacy. I was victorious, and the proof was in the pudding of a good marriage to a man who loved me because I was a “good little Christian girl” who didn’t compromise godly principles.
Over the years, I had become a pro at beating down sexual desire and replacing it with busy-ness so I wouldn’t sin against God. That became a habit. When I got married, I realized that I was now “legal,” and had a license to back up my sexual desire. But after so many years of quenching it with other things, I was more used to my habit of being busy than getting busy, and it showed.
Along came pregnancy and eventually a baby, and the spice of our married life quickly began to lose its savor.
Oh, don’t get me wrong…we had sexual, romantic fun all the time. But that fun turned into constant re-runs for us, and I wasn’t eager to “fix” something that wasn’t broken. Although it’s a scientific fact that the average woman experiences her sexual peak in her early to mid thirties, my sex drive wasn’t at that level, and I always wondered why.
All that changed over the weekend. I decided to experiment a little. I read a couple of magazine articles, dusted off the lingerie and put into practice what I learned about. This “good little Christian girl” decided to take her marriage back to Eden, where they were “naked and unashamed,” even in sensuality and sexuality. I’m sure Eve was confident in the fact that she was desirable to her husband. I, on the other hand, had always been shy and demure (even though I had a “license to drive” as a married woman!). Being confident in desirableness translates very well into sexuality…so I adopted that confidence myself.
I’ll stay in my lane and leave the detailed descriptions surrounding our escapades alone. I’m still saved, sanctified and filled with the Holy Ghost. But I’m no longer a “good little Christian girl.” When I was a child, I thought like a child. But now, this grown Christian woman’s sex life is “Rated MA”…and I think I like it!
God bless!
~ Harriet
Harriet Hairston is a woman who slips and slides in and out of labels (military officer, human resource manager, minister, mentor, spoken word artist and teacher). The only ones that have stuck so far are “wife” and “mother” (the most important in her estimation). The rest have taught her well that only what she does for Christ will last. There is one more permanent label she holds: ”author.” You can purchase her first book, ”Who Are You?“ simply by clicking on the link. You can also contact her at harriet_hairston@yahoo.com.