Frustrations With My Blog and The World

As my FB friends know, I've been looking into monetizing this blog. At first, I was just going to turn on the option at the side bar which goes through ad sense. After learning that pays peanuts and I'd have to edit myself, I looked into getting an affiliate account.

I read some articles on marketing with blogs and came up with two things I want to market on this. Number one, audiobooks on relationships and healthy psychology, number two adult toys.

Here's the rub, audiobooks are considered safe and adult products are considered taboo. Apparently mixing the two is absolute insanity. No wonder STD's are spreading like wildfire. People who like sex aren't encouraged to build real relationships and people who want real relationships aren't encouraged to be bedroom bold by our society.

Sex is healthy! Sex is GOOD and imagine this, it's GREAT FOR RELATIONSHIPS!!!!!! Our society splitting sex into bad and self-development into good explains why there are so many divorces.

People need to feel like it's okay to have fun in the Marital Bed! We can't keep a forced wall between S.E.X. and the Psychology of Healthy Relationships!

It is time to tear down the wall between the bedroom and the bookstore!

Who's with me???? Leave a comment if you agree!!! And if you're an author with a P.h.D. let me know if I can help sell your books!!!!

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