Well, clearly one can, and people do. Confessional sex blogs are A Big Thing in the prurient North. Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy, Zoe Margolis's Girl with a One-Track Mind, Jessica Cutler's Washingtonienne, and of course Belle de Jour, are all blogs about sex. But the Cow suspected that that wasn't the real question. She suspected that the real question was, "Can you blog about sex on the UCT Blogspot?"
Which was altogether more difficult to answer.
On the one hand, there were policies... and, beyond that, a legal framework... but unless one had planned to be gratuitously graphic or outrageously offensive or provocatively perverse, one wasn't technically defying a policy. (The trouble with that, Gramsci remarked, was that what was tame vanilla to one person was indeed provocatively perverse to another. "Who are these people?" demanded the Cow, curiously.)
Then again, as a University blogspot, there were issues of Bringing The University Into Disrepute. But whether sex would enhance or damage the University's reputation was, of course, a debate that would need to take place.
More to the point, the Cow felt, was the issue - again - of intention. If one blogged about AIDS, for example, sex was always there as a subtext. And there was altogether too much silence around AIDS anyway. So used condoms in the Arts toilet wastebins, horrific as it was for the cleaners, was probably defensible. Whereas the argument in favour of a confessional sex blog listing all the sexual exploits of a UCT staff member within the ivied walls of their office... would probably be harder to make.
"Harder to fake, more like it!" sniggered Gramsci. "That wouldn't be a confessional sex blog. That would be fantasy!"
The Cow looked out of the window at some passing colleagues. "Or horror..." she muttered quietly to herself.