The most powerful thing you can do NOW to feel alive ALWAYS

That you are universally skin-hungry and primal in your basic urges bears out in your conversations, the media obsessions with other people’s sex lives, and our ferocious reading of erotic, how-to sex books, even the collective gasp at Fifty Shades of Grey.  Harlequin-esque BDSM may be the gateway drug to fetishized sex in vanilla bedrooms… it could be the wake up call that erotica is a literary genre worth taking a private peek at…or it...

One Simple Practice for a Summertime of Sizzling Sex

“For once, I did nothing but allow him to pleasure me. On his gentle insistance, I relaxed into his embrace and let go of the mental static that usually accompanied making love. Each time those all to familiar gremlins of fear, anxiety or self-consciousness made me tense, my lover knew exactly what to do. Lips and hands brought me back to the one magic moment. Kisses said, your skin is warm and delicious. Eyes glowed, you are perfect the way you...

Is the World ready for Sexy Feminists?

Women are starting to own their sexual power. Is the world ready for a future with sexy feminists? Years ago, I posted a playful heart-in-cheek article about the emerging post-feminist femme fatales (PFF) on a staunchly feminist website. A PFF, I wrote, was both an “accomplished woman in all political, social, environmental and economic arenas,” and an “enchantress.” Confident and graceful, funny and committed to social justice, she wore lingerie,...

How much better could sex be if guilt & dogma would just shush up

Those who were raised in religious homes know too well the Gremlin of Guilt and how it plays out in the bedroom. Our reactions to sex are often rooted in dogma. Society responds as if the Puritanical umbrella needs to protect us from the stormy weather we might encounter in the messiness of carnal urges. It’s too bad our sensibilities are easily ruffled: imagine how much better sex could be if we finally erased those scarlet letters. Do away with...

Your Vagina Isn’t Junk

Sometime between the birth of my first child & perimenopause, I missed the memo: Stupid Euphemisms for Vagina. I am stumped. When did we start calling our parts ‘junk’? In the irreverent voice of modern society, is adult potty talk masking self-hatred or just an attempt to find a cheap laugh and a decent orgasm? Motives don’t matter in the long run, at least not to my nether region. Yoni is very vocal about her preferences,...