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Abby Spector, guest-posting at Em & Lo: Sex. Love. And Everything in Between. has the one really critical takeaway about sex and alcohol.

I’m being honest, I’m not planning on swapping my flask for a carton of soy milk anytime soon — I’m still in college, for chrissake.

But what I am trying to teach myself is that every positive experience I’ve had while intoxicated, I am capable of achieving sober. Alcohol is a permission slip, but nobody is stopping me from signing those permission slips myself, in the clear light of day. My bisexuality was not hiding in a keg — it was there all along. Alcohol simply provided the burst of confidence I needed for self-acceptance.

Here’s a toast to the joy of uninhibited sobriety. Because the only thing better than awesome, toe-curling, uninhibited sex is awesome, toe-curling, uninhibited sex that you can remember in exquisite detail the next morning.

She said it here.

I’ve mentioned elsewhere that I pretty much quit drinking when I turned 21. So its been a while (turns out I have a defective gene for the enzyme that metabolizes alcohol) but Spector really brings home what’s important about drinking and sex.

It’s not so much that one shouldn’t (that would just be my sour grapes since I can’t) as that for an awful lot of us alcohol gives us an excuse to do stuff we’d… at least be willing to try anyway.

With the added advantage you mention of having more memorable experiences to remember… and fewer we wish we could forget. :-)