A Labiaplasty Lament
I just read this article on Jezebel about labiaplasty, its growing prevalence, and its general fucked-up-ness. I couldn’t agree more that plastic surgery on your vulva is totally messed up
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A Recovery
After my freakout about rape and violence against women on Tuesday, I’ve been taking deep breaths and trying to narrow down my search for the best rape-prevention and resource organization
A Rant
I had a conversation last week with Anna B. Volk about America’s fascination with understanding bad guys. It started with my fears about the upcoming live-action movie about Maleficent, the
Real-World Sex is ALIVE, News, and a Request
Yesterday, at my 9 – 5 gig, the internet went out. And our work e-mail, too. All I had was my phone, but I had to pretend like I WASN’T
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Chronic Pain and Sex
Even though I’m used to this, getting out of bed today was tough enough. The idea of trying to “be sexy” for my partner while my joints are trying to stop me from moving through any means necessary? Almost unimaginable. … Continue readingChronic Pain and Sex
Very Personal Pet Names
At some point during the past year, I started to use a pet name for my junk. And my partner’s junk, too. I don’t mean occasionally, when I’m in a
A Resolution for 2013: Be a Hero
In 2013, I wanna be like this: I’m not real big into New Year’s resolutions. Always feels like you’re setting yourself up to fail. But I got to thinking about
Sex in 2012: Hooray for Sex, and Fuck You, Maxim
I was thinking about doing a year-end roundup of public sex in 2012, but a few other people with much more significant means than myself have done it already, so
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The Holidays Are a Weird Time
So I’m sitting here in my parents’ living room, which is all decked out for Christmas tomorrow. There’s a huge fir tree in the corner, lit up with lights that
What Would the Apocalypse Mean to You?
So let’s say today IS the end of the world. Let’s just do a little hypothetical brain and heart game. Let’s say that this evening, fireballs start to fall from