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Living In Sin: To Do Her, To Do Her Not

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Sex is something that drives us, empowers us and gets us into really stupid situations with people we have no business seeing naked. Jen Sincero is the bestselling author and sexpert with the carnal knowledge you need. Ask her your questions (all are posted anonymously). Cuz there's no such thing as being too good in bed.

Dear Jen:
I'm a twenty-six-year-old lesbian who has a feckin' huge crush on a straight girl -- the losing your appetite, writing stupid poetry, going-wobbly-at-the-knees-at-the-mere-sight-of-her kind of crush. She knows all about it (although I don't know if she knows how serious I am), and we laugh about it even though it's a little awkward.

Recently she's been hinting that she wouldn't mind experimenting with me, even though she's pretty sure that she's not attracted to me emotionally and might just be in it for the sex. I'm totally lost. I'd love to sleep with her, but I also have an annoying tendency to attach to the people who share my bed, and I'm afraid that if we had sex, I'd fall (more) in love with her and things would become a real mess. Meanwhile, the other half of my brain is screaming "Go for it!" because she makes me hotter than anyone I've ever known and I'd have to be a total idiot not to take what I can get. What should I do?
- Can't See Straight

Dear Straight,
Ain't life cruel? It's constantly wagging stuff in our faces like hot married people, Vicodin, fast cars, hot crazy people, corndogs, $700 shoes, casinos, cigarettes, two-for-one corndogs and countless other things that can provide a serious rush of instant gratification but which wind up costing us dearly down the road.

This morning my cat woke me up at 5:45 with his "gotta poop, gotta poop right now" little circle dance that he does on my chest when he needs to be let out/scare the hell out of me (I'd rather be jumped in my sleep than have a litterbox, you see.) I'd had a pretty late night, but when I opened the door and saw the full moon still high in the sky and that golden, other-worldly light from the sunrise starting to take over I so wanted to go out in it. But I was really really tired, a little hungy wungy and it was chilly out there. Luckily, not only did I have very little time to negotiate with the come-hitherings of my bed due to the quickly rising sun, but all my clothes from the night before were conveniently laid out on the floor so all I had to do was put them back on. Which I did. And I soon found myself on my bike, riding alongside an ocean that looked like it was on another planet with a big, cheese-eatin grin on my face.