People love to give lip service to the idea that mothers' bodies are beautiful, life-giving, wondrous, magical. Our partners tell us we're desirable and hot. And we want to believe they mean it. That doesn't make it any easier to believe it ourselves, though, when we're looking in the mirror.
Technology, far beyond email, has enhanced amorous expression: phone sex, sexting, Skype, Gchat with or without video, FaceTime and there's always Snapchat, for the cautiously erotic. There's even a vibrator that can be controlled with an app.
I can always tell when a guy that I am about to hang out (read: date or hookup) with is afraid or apprehensive about my disability. The signs are tell tale, and any cripple who has tried to go on a date or a hook up has undoubtedly experienced this in one way or another.
Needless to say, Ben had a different idea. He grabbed a golf club from a set sitting near his bed, stood and faced the intruder. "You need to leave now," Ben said in (what I thought was) a pretty scary voice.
Are you over the cool new restaurant downtown and the club around the corner? Bored with wine bars or concerts? What, you haven't been to any of tho...
My commitment to honesty means that I share the secrets and dark thoughts that would otherwise quietly eat away at my sense of self-trust and integrity. Today, my secret is this: I love my husband, but I often want to cheat.
Even if we don't rush out to get the products themselves, we take the idea about What Sexy Is home with us and let it live there, we make space for it inside of ourselves.
When I was 27, a guy I'd been seeing told me he'd noticed a lump inside me. The word lump has an instant and visceral connection -- you might as well just say "cancer." I figured he had far more knowledge of vaginas than I did. Terrified, I went to the doctor. It turned out to be my cervix.
It's been over 30 years since I've seen these now middle-aged adults who were teens back then. I am a little nervous.
As parents, I think we need to discover an erotic world in our house that remains separate from the children. The girls have no trouble entering their imaginary realms -- any place, any time of day.
Backstage gossip and entertainment in-jokes abound, but the show has a beating heart beneath its tongue-in-cheek humor as Realbuto learns the hard way that the realities of adulthood often don't match our dreams.
Over his eight years in the adult industry, Wylde had routinely used Cialis and occasionally dabbled in the injectible erectile-dysfunction drug Bimix, which is shot directly into the penis. This was the third time it had landed him in the hospital.
I suggest all women -- especially moms -- reclaim our bedrooms as preferential spaces in our homes beyond just storing clothes, applying makeup, and sleeping. While doing this, I also recommend we commit to reprioritizing our personal sexual satisfaction to a heightened position.
Active consent policies exist to change hearts and minds about how we think about sexual boundaries. They are not meant to entrap drunk college students with unfounded rape accusations, which under active consent are no easier to "prove" than before. The policy of active consent is a banner, not a barrier.
Unless the men at the top of our organizations strategically decide that equality at the top is the right thing to do, it won't happen.