In this space, BIPOC were seen and celebrated. I had never experienced that in a purportedly sex-positive space before, and it felt like a homecoming.
I swear, I’m really not much of an exhibitionist. But a certain Social Sex Revolution compelled me to change my tune.
The idea is to make sharing images of our sex lives as normal as sharing images of our Sunday brunch. These two indulgent moments really aren’t so different from each other!
Romance: it’s one of those ideas that’s culturally omnipresent, but is actually pretty nebulous once you try to pin it down.
Here are some tips that helped me reach a baseline level of comfort in my body after many years of living with post-traumatic stress.
You probably knew this, but ignorance about the location of the clitoris is epidemic.
I’ve actually always loved my skin color. I love its layered richness, its opacity, its resilience to the sun.
It’s June. I miss when that used to mean the end of schoolwork and the beginning of beach trips. Now, I feel the need to brace for impact: Pride is here. Or as I tend to think of it, the Month of Queer Gatekeeping.
Like with sex, my spirituality is something I physically experience.
Feeling amazing on an average day can be much simpler (and sexier) than you think! Let’s just say I haven’t taken ibuprofen for a headache in a really long time.