<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[SexyAsF*CK]]></title><description><![CDATA[SexyAsF*CK (SAF) is a media brand and editorial publication for women in their 40s, 50s, and 60s. We publish personal essays and long-form features on midlife identity, desire, perimenopause and midlife health, dating and relationships after divorce, money and financial independence, female friendship, solo travel, and career reinvention.

The voice is raw, funny, and unfiltered. We say the things this audience is already thinking and nobody else will publish. Content is permission-giving rather than prescriptive: we do not tell women what to become, we name who they already are.

Formats include short first-person essays (300 to 500 words), long-form features (900 to 1,200 words), a recurring column called "Did She Just Say That?", and a weekly newsletter, The SAF Letter. Workshops, seminars, and retreats are planned.

Audience: women 35 to 65 navigating identity shifts, aging parents, teenagers, career pivots, body changes, and relationship reckonings, often all at once.]]></description><link>https://byinesmessiga.wixsite.com/my-site-3/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2026 21:45:32 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.getsexyaf.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[She Knows Where All Your Bodies Are Buried]]></title><description><![CDATA[Why female friendship is the most underrated investment you will ever make, and the audit to prove it There is a specific kind of female friendship that nobody writes enough about. Not the aspirational kind from movies, where women in matching robes laugh softly over brunch. I mean the kind where someone looks you dead in the eye over a kitchen table at 10 pm and says, "Okay but are you actually okay, or are you doing the thing where you say you're fine and then spiral alone for three weeks?"...]]></description><link>https://www.getsexyaf.com/post/she-knows-where-all-your-bodies-are-buried</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8ba2aa16311e2343195cfb</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 01:48:46 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Amie Paxton</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Who the F*ck Am I When I'm Not Someone's Wife/Mom/Employee?]]></title><description><![CDATA[And Why It Took Me Until Now to Even Ask There's this moment. You know the one. You're standing in your kitchen at 3 pm on a Tuesday, or maybe it's 11 pm after everyone's finally asleep, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the microwave door. And for just a split second, you don't recognize the woman staring back at you. Not because you've aged (though yeah, that too). But because somewhere along the way, you became a collection of roles instead of a person. You're...]]></description><link>https://www.getsexyaf.com/post/who-the-f-ck-am-i-when-i-m-not-someone-s-wife-mom-employee</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8ba1cf30d700055ab0ff82</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 01:46:29 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Amie Paxton</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Book the Damn Trip]]></title><description><![CDATA[On solo travel, identity reclamation, and why going alone is the bravest thing you will ever do The first night I spent completely alone in a foreign city, I sat at a small table by a window and ordered dinner for one. No one to negotiate with about the restaurant. No one to consult about the wine. No one to manage, entertain, check in with, or perform for. Just me, a menu in a language I barely spoke, and a glass of something local that tasted like the version of myself I had been trying to...]]></description><link>https://www.getsexyaf.com/post/book-the-damn-trip</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8ba13afe6fd82d1508345c</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 01:42:54 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Amie Paxton</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Obituary of a Father]]></title><description><![CDATA[A grief we were never allowed to name There is no funeral for a father who simply opts out. No obituary in the local paper. No casseroles dropped at your door. No one wraps their arms around you at school pickup and says, I am so sorry for what you are carrying. There is no ceremony for the loss of a father who is still, technically, alive. Who might even live twenty minutes away, which your kids know, and which you have to pretend is fine. You are not allowed to grieve him, because grief...]]></description><link>https://www.getsexyaf.com/post/the-obituary-of-a-father</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8ba0cc21368453a749e93a</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 01:40:26 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Amie Paxton</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dancing in Your Underwear]]></title><description><![CDATA[On reclaiming your body as a place you actually want to live There is a version of you that existed before you learned to perform yourself for other people. She was maybe six or seven. She put on a song she loved and danced around her bedroom with zero concern for how she looked, whether the moves were right, or who was watching. She wasn't dancing for anyone. She wasn't counting steps or burning calories or hitting a target heart rate. She was dancing because her body wanted to move and she...]]></description><link>https://www.getsexyaf.com/post/dancing-in-your-underwear</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8ba026fe6fd82d150831fe</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 01:38:14 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Amie Paxton</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What Do You Do for Fun? (The Sexiest, Most Complicated Question After 40)]]></title><description><![CDATA[There's this moment that happens to women somewhere between their first hot flash and their last fuck to give. It's the moment society decides you're done. Not dead, just done. Done being sexual. Done being desirable. Done taking up space in rooms where desire lives and breathes and demands attention. You're supposed to accept this quietly. Trade your sexuality for sensible shoes and the satisfaction of being "age-appropriate." Become the wise elder, the helpful grandmother, the invisible...]]></description><link>https://www.getsexyaf.com/post/what-do-you-do-for-fun-the-sexiest-most-complicated-question-after-40-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8b9fc9fe6fd82d15083135</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 01:35:09 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Amie Paxton</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What Do You Do for Fun? (The Sexiest, Most Complicated Question After 40)]]></title><description><![CDATA[There’s a moment in every date, every dinner party, every group hang where someone drops the question: “So, what do you do for fun?” It sounds innocent. Harmless. Like small talk. But let’s be real: it’s a loaded grenade wrapped in a polite smile. Because the truth is, nobody wants to sound boring as f*ck. And yet, the older we get, the harder it is to answer that question without stuttering, faking, or minimizing what our lives actually look like. The “Boring As F*ck” Epiphany A few years...]]></description><link>https://www.getsexyaf.com/post/what-do-you-do-for-fun-the-sexiest-most-complicated-question-after-40</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8b9e3d82224ecf9299dce9</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 01:31:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Amie Paxton</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>