This Post is About Sex.

That's fair warning to my father, wouldn't you say?

Those who know me know that, in my universe, sex is a high priority item. This being a family blog, I don't dwell on it. But my head's in the smut 80% of the time. Which is only about 50% as often as my husband's. Alas for me (at least right now), sex is all too related to leisure. Sex and leisure are so entwined, in fact, I have to remind myself occasionally that -as a full-time professional with a child and few family support structures - leisure is, well, a leisure. But sex is a choice.

We live in an age of over-scheduling and under-nurturing. Am I wrong in assuming half of you have spent the last week hunched over books to finish pre-holiday assignments? Or parties with workmates you no doubt appreciate but would rather leave at the office? Or desperately struggling to find a pocket of time to go buy a tree and then decorate said tree whilst listening to music that you've also struggled to find time to purchase via iTunes? And then there's the shopping for a whole bunch of things that may or may not inspire you.

Are you tired?

You know the season: A time of joy. Of thankfulness. Of pretty snowflakes.

Of chaos. Of family. Of kitchens needing constant tending because everyone is eating, like, nonstop and the cleaning is endless. Of feeling sick after. Of maybe loathing everyone you come into contact with. Of little opportunity for true (or even crappy) intimacy with your significant other.

At any rate, in a moment when the economy sucks, tensions are high - but when vacation time may soon be at hand - I advise you give a gift that's absolutely free. And guaranteed to be as pleasant to receive :-)

Suggested Accoutrements:

Significant Other (0ptional but recommended)

Broom Closet (optional)

Fun Toys that your kids shouldn't play with (optional)

Booze (optional but recommended)

Groovy music (0ptional but recommended)

Gorgeous underwear that makes you feel terrific and fits perfectly (not optional)

The key is in managing a way to feel free, bad ass, unfettered. Even if it's for 10 minutes. Even if you have to ignore the whining children whom this sexy feeling has somewhat counter intuitively precipitated. Even if you need to hide in the likely suboptimal broom closet (see above).

And, since this is a fashion blog, let's remind you that it is to your full advantage to wear only the most gorgeous lingerie starting right now until, well, forever. Or until New Year's Day. At the risk of seeming glib and reductionist: you have to feel hot to be hot. And hot undies may well do the trick. (Ahem, cashmere and latex and fur and mesh are also good. But this is Sexmas 101. I don't want to shock you.)

I could go on at length, but the potential for horrifying, inappropriate over share is ever increasing.

Let me leave you with 3 sexy song suggestions to get the ball rolling (ha!):

1. Best Instance: Sex with someone new

Song: Neal and Jack and Me

By: King Crimson

On: Beat

This whole album rocks in the way that only tracks produced in 1982 can. And I assure you the driving rhythm will get you where you need to go :-)

2. Best Instance: Sex when relationship is on the out

Song: Silver Springs

By: Stevie Nicks

On: Crystal Visions

(Ah, the most bittersweet kind.) Part stalker-ode, part nod to the way that people fuck things up when they really should just be fucking. If you aren't completely roped in by Stevie's impassioned wails, you are a stone.

3. Best Instance: Sex with someone you don't intend to get rid of

Song: I've Been Thinking

By: Handsome Boy Modeling School / Sung by Cat Power

On: White People

I know, I too think Cat Power has the least sexy sound out there, but on this song you will be amazed. And with an awesome shuffle groove and lyrics like: Slide, slide, slippity slide, You can hip hop and don't stop, you're just gonna want to put this one on loop.

You could also go with either half of David Bowie's catalog - I'm partial to Young Americans and Suffragette City. Or maybe just turn on Groove Salad and see what the computer throws at you.

No harm in working the delicious complexity of unfettered desire. If you've got some time, I mean. The frisson of lust is a force to be reckoned with, after all; a joyful life and passion are encoiled.

(Um, have I just found a plausible correlation between sentience and good underwear??)