Emily Gould used to say that, but with yoga, (YOGA!) in her (on her? I never know with the Internet) blog— she and her friends would ask each other, “is the yoga was working today?” and they would say yes or no, depending how easily pissed off or enlightened they were feeling.

That’s what I say in my head lately when near-strangers start to open up to us about sex in ways they probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t just said the words “coming” and “crying” so close to each other in a sentence: “Ooh! The sex book is working!”

We went over to Kickstarter HQ last week to be interviewed for their podcast and found ourselves drinking beer and talking about how one of them [REDACTED] used to talk about porn with his dad and then there I was admitting to someone at this venerable dream-making web enterprise how i used to sneak with an old friend to watch her older brothers porn when I was a kid and then soon we were all laughing and being forthcoming in a way you usually only are with good friends. Storytelling about sex is so relieving in a way (although I am Catholic and could have 1000 conversations like this and never feel completely RELIEVED as it were), to be able to blush a little bit but remind each other that all these secret shames are nearly universal.

The next night I had dinner with A Friend From the Internet who I had never met but who was in town and particularly wonderful and we found ourselves talking for hours about relationships and sex and all that, in this old friends way, that I’m pretty sure never would have happened if it weren’t for this. To knock down that wall, well, that’s all i ever want to do.

And so now all of our contributor calls have been put out, and our deadline for stories is next Friday and so everybody is writing their way through the cold nights and joking with us about, “Is masturbation okay? I haven’t had sex in 7 months!” or, “How long can this be? I’m not even to the part about blow jobs yet!” and it is a lovely image, really, to think that everybody is hunched over their laptops in solidarity, mining old wounds and fun memories, thinking about how they felt and how they feel now about it all.

We have lots of great contributors lined up, some new rewards to kick it back into high gear (I feel so lame when I am like, Let’s kickstart this! Oh wait, that’s the name of the site! I am so lame!).

So hi secret blogfriends! We want to meet all of you and hear your stories.

My coworker today was saying how he feels bad for me, having to hear everyone’s boring sex stories and I stopped and thought, what? THIS IS MY ULTIMATE FANTASY YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND.

Please everyone, tell me too much.