A Different Kind of Spooky Story
Previously I wrote a Halloween post about a possible visit from a ghost. This year it’s…
Previously I wrote a Halloween post about a possible visit from a ghost. This year it’s…
I write a lot about sexuality, but the recent fires in California have brought something else back to my mind…
Last weekend I participated in the Women’s March in Los Angeles. It was organized to be a sister march to one scheduled in Washington, DC. Its goal was…
Ever take off your clothes and stand naked in a room full of strangers? I just did, and it was wonderful.
In my post, To Pube or Not to Pube, I posed a question: Are you bathing your sexy parts the way your mother taught you, or the proper way?
When I got up this morning, there was a pot of hot coffee ready. That’s all. End of story. Oh, except for the part about how I live alone. And I did not make that coffee.
A female student walked into my Human Sexuality class with the following pronouncement: “I just saw some ‘70’s porn this weekend – OMG, the bushes on those women!”
Just for fun: Here’s a Contributor’s Note I wrote in a memoir workshop recently. The assignment was to play with a creative version of what might appear in the back if we were ever to publish a book.
The first time I pondered this question was with my group of 6th grade girl classmates who had just been shown ‘the period movie’ without the boys.
“Besides writing, favorite activities include reading an amazing book that I immediately want to start over; shaking my a** with my friends or my man in a funky R&B club; laughing till I can’t stop; kissing till I don’t want to stop; morning coffee; happy hour martinis; evening bubble baths; falling asleep by a campfire to the sounds of owls and coyotes; and appreciating nature’s bounty. Among other things.” READ MORE