Today is my birthday.
There is a large wrapped package sitting in the middle of my living room floor that I have been staring at for three days. I have no idea what it is, except that it comes in a huge square box that the Happy Birthday wrapping paper couldn’t quite cover. So my husband, being the creative Continue reading
People are sometimes taken aback by the way I discuss sex. Like it’s normal. Like it’s just a part of life. Like it’s funny. And functional. And sometimes personal.
Getting personal – in terms of Sex As Conversation – is no big deal to me. I think it surprises Continue reading
That was then…
When I first met the man who would become my husband, we were both very different people. I was a month shy of 27, did not yet have my talisman tattoo, masturbated at least once daily (often as many as five times), had two semi-regular sexual partners, a job I didn’t like much, a libido I could barely satisfy, and a bank account balance that trended in the negative. I was in a place of vulnerability – physically, mentally, emotionally, sexually – that I had never Continue reading
There are very few things, sexually speaking, that I have equal parts general fascination and specified desires, things for which the allure is uniformly appealing as both an active participant and sideline viewer. It is the one way that I am more voyeur than exhibitionist, and the single activity that fuels my lust no matter whether my role is Continue reading