Incredible Lightness of Being | Rus Anson Photography

To those with the heart of a poet, our world can sometimes feel increasingly oppressive until we are reminded of simple miracles. When Catholism’s greatest theologian and poet, the Italian-born Thomas Aquinas wrote, he did so prolifically and with the uncanny ability to present the sublime in simplest of terms. One year as a Catholic school girl and nine years as the wife of a devout worshipper wasn’t enough to convert me to his faith;...

Conscripting the Sacred Breast

My breasts became powerful before I knew what to do with their influence, the fullness and fecundity of their development occurring at a time before artificial enhancement was the norm. I angst long before their arrival, much like many young girls of my generation, though the worry I had was less to do with breasts in general — would they be big? Little? Squished together or droopy like the women in national geographic? — and everything to do with...

Humanity’s Oldest Known Sex Surgery

To snip or not to snip is at the center of a resurgent debate, but are we seeing the whole picture? Medical pros and cons are only part of the complexities surrounding this simple procedure, with ‘intactivists’ pitted against those in favor of the surgery for a variety of reasons including religious and medical. Having spent time on both sides of the fence, the truth is that data can be massaged for or against humanity’s oldest known sex...

Sex with the Supernatural

It’s confession time: I’ve not seen one Twilight movie nor read any of the books. It’s not that things that go hump in the night unaffect me, just that I prefer my supernatural fantasies to run amock more privately. Our collective fascination with the naughty bits of vampires, witches, succubi and such has haunted man(and women)kind since the advent of storytelling. Kristina Wright catapults upon our fascination with love bites in her...

The Earth My Own Body I Explored

“One night as I walked in the desert the mountains rode on my shoulders And the sky became my heart, and the earth – my own body, I explored. Every object began to wink at me, and Mira wisely calculated the situation, thinking: My charms must be at their height – Now would be a good time to rush into His arms, Maybe He won’t drop my so quick.” These words and this image came to me separately, yet they fit together like Mirabai and her...