Hi, I’m Eliza Coleman.
Actually, that’s not true. It’s one of the only things on this blog that’s a lie. The other is about my husband, Jack. That’s not his name either.
Truth is a fickle thing. With my extended family, at work, and in public, I seem to be a pretty “normal” Midwestern woman in my late thirties. I’m married, I have four kids, I drive a minivan, and I have two dogs. I’m one of those women that looks like someone you know…brown hair, brown eyes, skinny, short, nice enough face. I wear a lot of neutrals but I seem pretty put together. I’m polite. I don’t especially stand out and I tend not to speak up, but I’m not uncomfortably shy either.
If you get to know me a little better, you might say that I’m more interesting than my outward appearance would suggest. If you visit my house, you’ll notice that I’m a neat-freak perfectionist. I like things extremely organized, every little thing in its place and everything with a purpose. If you catch me in a bathing suit, you’ll see the results of my health food and fitness obsession. Our kids call me a “health nut.” If you get me talking or work closely with me on a project, I hope you notice that I’m thoughtful, insightful, and educated. I have more than one . Master’s degree, and lifelong learning is one of my passions.
I only have a few personal hobbies that I don’t share with Jack — reading and writing, and making our house a home. Everything else in my life involves Jack, too.
Jack and I met in high school and became inseparable within a handful of dates; you’ll notice that I say “we” more than “me.” There is little that comes into my mind that isn’t discussed ad nauseum with Jack, and vice versa. We knew at age seventeen that we’d eventually marry each other. After college, we did indeed marry young and promptly had four babies in quick succession. We arranged our lives around careers and childcare. We bought a house in the suburbs and adopted rescue dogs. A couple of Sundays a month, we try to go to church.
Now that all of our kids have officially left the baby years behind, we find ourselves able to finally focus on our own shared interests again. We love fitness, hiking, kayaking, travel, history, philosophy, psychology. Jack and I do everything as a team…even this blog. I do all the writing, he does the grunt work. We’re best friends.
We also fuck like rabbits.
My apologies for the f-bomb. When people really get to know me, they’re sometimes taken aback at how blunt I can be about sex. I must come off as a bit of a prude, but I’m not sure why exactly. Maybe because I don’t have my belly button pierced, or because I’ve never dyed my hair? The truth is, I’m about as far from a prude as you can get.
I’ve always been interested in sex, even before falling hard for Jack. Sex is intriguing. It’s real. It’s fun. It’s a place to get into the zone, to experience flow. I love it, and I’m good at it. To be fair, I have a lot of practice, since Jack loves sex, too, and we’ve been practicing for what surely amounts to well over 10,000 hours.
As part of our informal wedding vows, Jack said to me, “I promise that our life together will never be boring.” True. At times, it’s been downright exhausting. But recently…since we got out of those baby years and started exploring our own passions again…it’s been exciting, too.
We started doing yoga and smoking a little pot, opening up our third eyes to the possibilities of life and the great beyond, to what’s “real” and what could be. We dove deep into wellness and health, philosophy and psychology. We started traveling again, to tropical locales, then venturing to nude beaches, and then to the Carribean’s most famous swinger’s resort. We met honest, open-minded people who saw beyond our suburban facades. The question they all ask when they meet us is, “What’re you guys into?”
We were always into sex, but our recent experiences have shown us that there are more possibilities in married sex than we ever imagined! In our secure, honest, and open relationship, the possibilities feel limited only by our own preferences and time. There’s plenty of fun to be had and even more to be discovered.
I often feel unseen, unheard, and misunderstood. It’s difficult for me to open up about myself when my ideas will surely have me branded as a nymphomaniac or a slut by my fellow suburbanites. In truth, I think I’m just a sex-positive person, and why shouldn’t I be? Sex is something that should be celebrated when it’s done right. Consensual, pleasurable sex is downright fun — and a helluva good workout, too. It strengthens my marriage, it makes me more self-confident, and it’s a critical part of my whole self.
This blog is here for me to get it all out. I’ll document my sexual adventures and experiences. I’ll share my ideas, inspirations, and insights. But, most importantly, I’m going to be myself. I am going to tell it all, with no shame, no filter, and no embarrassment. Everything here is my truth.
Except for the name. Wouldn’t want to embarrass the kids.