How Cartoons Ruined Role-Playing For Me

I'm a fairly adventurous sort -- both in the bedroom and out. I'm willing to give most things a chance, and if I like 'em, well, it's something new. If not, I'm willing to let it fall by the wayside. No big deal.

There was a time in the not-so-distant past that I enjoyed a little fantasy in my bedroom.

That was, of course, until I had kids.


No, I'm not blaming my kids for ruining spontaneous on-the-floor sex or nixing the whole "afternoon delight" thing. Not their fault.

No, my problem is with kids cartoons. Cartoons -- kids cartoons -- ruined role-playing for me. Likely forever.

I was never really into the whole naughty school-girl thing. I find it sort of distasteful for one, and I don't see how pretending to be a kid is hot. However, I didn't mind the occasional naughty nurse or sexy teacher game.

Until Dora and Diego.

One night, my husband suggested that we play a game, and I immediately (stupidly) made some quip about Dora and Diego. Since then, I've been unable to get THAT image out of my mind. Every time I try to role-play, all I hear is Dora's voice in my head: "BACKPACK, BACKPACK" or Diego's stupid map ruminating, "I'M THE MAP, I'M THE MAP."

At that point, I'd rather go to bed with a "headache" than try to get my groove thang on. I can't stop the images from swirling in my head -- Dora singing to her backpack, Diego's map singing, and shit, SWIPER NO SWIPING!

Yeah. Not hot.

It's not, perhaps, my finest moment, but I cannot quite help it. I'd happily take an ice cream scoop and remove all knowledge of kids television so that I can get my sexy on.

But thanks, cartoons, for ruining role play for me. Forever.

Any ideas on how to get these thoughts erased from my mind? Has this ever happened to you?


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