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The latest assaults on the family jewels, and how you can keep yours sparkling bright.
Scratch the surface of sexual health studies and you’ll find some disturbing news. Your reproductive health and wellbeing is being monkeyed with whether or not you wanted to be in an experiment. Infertility is rising, sperm counts are shrinking. 90% of pregnant women have toxins in their bodies (according to CDC reports); 43% of women have a sexual disorder;...
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Humans have been loving breasts for a long time, though at times that adoration has taken odd turns.
Tweaking them when they’re unresponsive, massaging them when they’re sore; always on the lookout for ways to make them conform to fuller, bustier, riper, perkier out-of-reach standards. Today’s modern standards for enhancing breasts come with consequences.P hysical ailments and emotional concerns not withstanding, what if you could...
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We traditionally think of the brain as the command center of our lives, sending messages to the rest of our bodies and controlling our thoughts, behaviors, emotions and desires. Except, it turns out that when it comes to the heart, it’s the other way around.
Your heart sends more messages to the brain, then your brain does to your heart. This surprised me, turned my view of what I’d learn about basic brain biology upside and made me think:...
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In her NY Times article, writer Jane Brody finds out about the power of love two years after her husband’s death. We can’t begin to know what their 44-year marriage was like, nor does she divulge much, though through her missing him we gather they had built a lifetime of good memories together. Nowadays, it’s easy to mock monogamy, marriage or commitment as pedestrian and oh so 1950s.
Avoid the reality at your own peril; love, it turns out, is the...
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“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...