More often than not, I feel the desire for touch with a ferocious intensity.
Happy Leo Season! Have you had any wild, raucous sex lately?
We rarely, if ever, give our loved ones the final say in major decisions pertaining to our bodies while we’re alive. Why should they be the ones calling all the shots when we die?
Suddenly, a label I’d fought long and hard to embrace just didn’t feel right anymore.
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.