Tag: lynsey g
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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 if you’re doing it for cosmetic reasons. Here in America, we’re ostensibly against genital mutilation, at least in the form of unnecessary clitoridectormies as they’re…
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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 to which to donate this month. I’m looking right now at RAINN and V-Day. Anyone know of better? I’d prefer one that doesn’t discriminate against…
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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 villainess from Sleeping Beauty. I’ve been a fan of Maleficent since I was a child because she was one of the only kids-movie villains that…
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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 on my phone because that’s an office no-no. It was weird, you guys. I found stuff to keep me busy but it was like we…
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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.
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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 light-hearted mood, or even just in public so nobody knows I’m talking about genitals. I mean all the time. I don’t really know how this…
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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 something last night as I stumbled home from the Korean BBQ place where I pigged out until a little after midnight (because I am old…
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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 I give you the best of the best-of lists! The Year in Sex from Salon, a short round-up from Tracy Clark-Flory that reminds us how…
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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 glint off the ornaments. Underneath it is a pile of presents, all gaily wrapped. The cats are sprawled on chairs, the wood stove is burning…
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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 the sky, or aliens blow up our major cities, or the Elder Gods attack, or somesuch. Let’s say that tomorrow morning, most of civilization as…