Robin Ann of The Glass House is the author of a sex blog

Yours truly is a sexy blogger {ahem} but Robin Ann of The Glass House is a bona fide sex blogger! ABC’s answer to Big Brother (which CBS unsuccessfully attempted to have taken off the air), The Glass House features 43-year-old Robin from Washington D.C. and simply states that her occupation is “blogger.”

It turns out that Robin is that but she’s a specialized blogger and it’s all about S-E-X. ABC has already started airing live streams and in one clip she talks about having a sex blog. In her official bio from CBS Robin says:

Lafayette, Indiana, is where I grew up, but I have lived all over “Hoosier-ville” in addition to Poway, California, and Cincinnati, Ohio. I currently reside in the Washington, DC area. 43 years of living has taught me to laugh—especially at myself. Have fun laughing with me and at me. Should be a fun game.

Her blog is called Red Lace Sex Blog and since I have a rather endearing respect for what a blogger has to say here is the proud mother of two daughters in her own words explaining why she decided to start the site in the aptly titled post “Why a Sex Blog?”

When I said “I do”, I had no idea what needed to be done. A world of travel, Sunday mornings watching rowers move gracefully down the Potomac, and evenings spent with good friends over a good bottle of wine turned into laundry, PTA meetings, and putting off dreams. Sixteen years later, the woman who used to be me, was dead.

And so it was that I found myself sprawled out on the therapist’s trendy Pottery Barn couch—my perfectly french manicured nails grazing the black-stained cherry floors, my preppy green, cotton dress—now back in style—resting too comfortably over the middle of my middle age. OK, so maybe he was also an old friend. Maybe he was even an old lover. One which one dreams of decades later. Maybe. And, just maybe, he knew me better than I knew myself.

“You don’t love him, Robin.”

Strike that last thought. Maybe I just thought he knew me better than I knew myself.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not your husband. And I’m sure as hell not him. And it doesn’t work on me. I said, you don’t love him.”

Maybe seeking his advice wasn’t such a good idea. I shifted restlessly on the couch. God I hated how granny cotton panties rode up in the most uncomfortable ways at the most uncomfortable times.

“OK, Mr. Expert,” I snidely responded in my most huffy voice, “then tell me why I miss him so desperately.”

His eyes turned piercing, almost cold. His smile turned upwards, cocky and confident.

“You don’t miss him, Robin.”

I didn’t miss him, huh? News to me. So what exactly was I missing? That first drink? That last Nordstrom sale? My youth? Pleeeaaase!! If he told me I missed high school, I was getting off the f***ing couch and leaving. Even I could only take so much ridiculousness.

“You miss YOU, Robin. HE brought out the old YOU.”

And the light bulb turned on.

Over the course of the next few hours we discussed the passionate, confident, creative woman I used to be. Where had she gone? What would it take to get her back? Did I even want the b!tch back? Whoever she was certainly wasn’t there for me over the past year and a half when I needed her most. No, now it was time to create the woman I’d always pretended to be. But, at 41, this woman would be real.

Before I let red-lace Robin continue here is her official intro video:

My friend/therapist’s advice was simple. Take no prisoners. Take life head-on. Peel back every layer. Every single one. Until I was naked. Discover who I was now—not who I used to be. What did I think about spirituality? What did I think about in general? How did power dynamics play in my life? What was my body saying to me, and was I listening? What brought me joy? And, most importantly, how could I figure out the important issues in life while bringing out passion and creativity and playfulness. At 41, I’d forgotten how to play.

I thought a lot about what he said. And I decided sex was the answer. Laughing. Isn’t it always?

Where else do you peel back every layer until your naked? Where else do creativity, passion, and play intertwine with spirituality, physical outlet, and emotional need? Power dynamics? The power plays that take place in the bedroom trump any that take place on the Senate floor. Anyone who’s negotiated his or her needs with those of a lover understands just how true that can be.

I threw away the granny panties at the same time I threw away the old definition of me. This is the year to come up with a new definition—one that works with red lace.

I’d love you to take the journey with me. Maybe you’ll learn something. Maybe you’ll teach me something. Maybe this exercise will prove to be nothing more than some outlandish way to have fun. Would that be so wrong?

Ready? Set? GO!!

Along with the official blog site, the Twitter account for Red Lace is pushing for votes for Robin. You can check that out here. So will Robin’s expertise in the between-the-sheets arts help or hurt her inside The Glass House? The cool thing is that it’s all up to you, so if you’re all about red lace head on over to ABC and cast your vote to keep her in the house.