Sex blogger Abby Lee saw her anonymity stripped away by the media. Her latest book explores the personal consequences in a society that has yet to come to terms with female sexual desire, says Abby O’Reilly
In 2006, Girl With a One Track Mind was published. The blog of the same name had a huge following, and more and more users were surfing onto the site everyday in the hope of reading the latest instalment from the sexy and insightful anonymous author Abby Lee.
The writing was witty and candid, and anyone scrolling back to read Lee’s earlier posts will see that it was only a matter of time before she was offered a book deal. Of course, today it is almost impossible to navigate cyberspace without stumbling across a virtual cock or reading about an exciting, perfectly executed quickie someone had last Friday night. But while a lot of bloggers can churn out explicit reviews of their sex lives, few are able to sustain an audience beyond superficial arousal and very few are distinguishable from the mass of sweaty writhing cyber bodies gesticulating never more than just a mouse click away. While there may be nothing especially original about a sex diarist as such, the talent needed to write about sex is perhaps not appreciated; anyone can write about making the beast with two backs but very few people can do it well – and even less can delve below the physical to offer a pertinent analysis. This is what continues to distinguish Lee.
From the outset it was clear that she was not writing to titillate. And unlike the many blogs that followed, she was not writing in pursuit of a book deal. Lee was a happy 20-something woman working hard to rise through the ranks in the film industry; a woman who enjoyed sex and who decided to articulate her desires to understand her own sexuality. The ordinariness of her circumstances resonated with most women, those of us who felt the same way but who lacked the confidence to speak about our penchant for masturbation or our rich and varied fantasy lives, for fear of being branded morally depraved or, worse still, not ‘normal’. Women could identify with Lee. Her introspective musings invested female fans with the confidence to begin an open discourse about their own experiences in a bid for freedom from the socially constructed shackles of shame and embarrassment we have been taught are synonymous with female sexual desire. Men enjoyed the insight into the female psyche, and her erotic, delicious and, most significantly, honest writing was like literary crack leaving readers desperate for more.