I stood before a group of 30-40 widows and widowers in a brightly-lit Toronto hotel conference room, my PowerPoint presentation on a large screen behind me, not exactly the atmosphere you might choose to talk about post-loss dating.
There is no doubt in my mind that I desperately needed some sort of pattern interruption, and treatment did that for me. But I also know that I am doing better in large part because the entire experience of rehab was so horrible that I never want to relive it.
A little while ago, I offered unsolicited advice for men over 50 about dating. This came mostly from what women had told me about their dates. Though many of them had positive observations, a lot of what they had to say dealt with their male companions being self-centered, boring, arrogant, duplicitous, needy and/or unwilling to commit (sometimes, impossible as it sounds, at the same time).
Our sexuality isn't something we have to pack away, set aside and then go out of our way to uncover. It is something we can carry with us that makes us feel alive. Taking time for sex shouldn't be looked at as an indulgence or an inconvenience. It can be a way to reenergize or relax, reconnect or reestablish feelings of excitement toward our relationship.
'She's a woman of a certain age,' said the chief executive to his senior management team. 'How do you think that will go down with the rest of the company?' Yes, you read that correctly. In 2014, these conversations are still happening around boardroom tables in the world.
eens learn to negotiate their feelings and relationships while they are still young and under your roof. As we all know, relationships and healthy dating take a lot of practice and trial and error.
Combating the status quo and demanding more from the media we consume is only one part of addressing the mental health crisis engendered by the over-sexualization of young girls. The other part is to hold ourselves, and the people we know, accountable to make visible changes in the world around us.
There is one bit of language in a recent Jennifer Lawrence interview that courts a perception that is still, I believe, a problem worth pointing out. It is a problem I've seen in my own personal life, and a problem I've seen in culture at large.
The main problem is that no one seems to be able to precisely define "female sexual dysfunction" and the "disease" for which a pill might be warranted. Being too tired for sex? Being uninterested in the lout who wears sweatpants around the house? Living with a Neanderthal that doesn't know how to do laundry? There is not yet a pill for that but that hasn't stopped some in the drug industry from trying to characterize low sexual interest into a disease.
Women working in the sex work industry -- be it pornography, stripping or prostitution -- sit in the cross-hairs of an enduring controversy, surfacing questions surrounding everything from sexuality and health to economics and morality. Is female sex work empowering, enslaving... or a lot more complicated than either?
I was considered the radical Catholic for being sexually abstinent, being pro-life, and attending church weekly. This was especially true in college. So I figured that I was just about the only person, and pretty much the only Catholic, who was abstaining from sexual relations from marriage, and I resigned myself to being a lifelong virgin.
It's OK to want more. It's OK to expect certain things. It's OK to want to wait for the right person. Being "nice" does not equate to being weak, passive, or without a personality.
Relationships are hard. Breakups are harder. At some point, we all go through it and, eventually, we all get through it. Though it's true time heals all wounds, instead of allowing a breakup to affect you for months, years or even decades, choose to flourish in spite of it.
Your work is affecting your sex life one way or another. The effect it has is up to you, and largely the type of job you have. If you are in a job you hate, which is 87 percent of us, according to the Washington Post, it could destroy your sex life. Here's five ways how.
I live in a different world than many, in that I don't believe in doom and gloom, I believe in hope and that things are getting better. You can look at upheavels in all areas as creating anew. Change is the mode of life, it's a given.
I open the envelope, the glossy pictures sticking to my fingers and to one another. The first one I don't recognize -- it's somewhere in the woods, but not my woods. The second one I don't recognize either -- it's cliffs and water, yellow flowers. Confusion crawls over me.