This might sound a little weird, but think about it: this holiday season you should really spend some money on the sex industry.
Some scary scenarios right here.
I admit I wrote a Leonard Cohen poem once. I was young—
I am truly sorry not everyone has good parents, but you need friends, not a mom you just met. You’re a grown ass woman, not the Little Match Girl.
A lover once told me that if I were an entry in a dictionary it would simply read: ?
Why do we need to pretend sex is better than it is?
November was Transgender Awareness Month, so just pretend it is two days ago and I am still timely (I’m always late). I want to preface this by saying that I am not an expert and this list should not be considered definitive. I had the good fortune to collaborate on this article with trans activist …
If all the people who are participating in the Marshmallow Man foot-fetish sploshing action fully agree to it, with as much knowledge as they can muster of what the consequences might be, and with nobody outside being involved without their consent , then to each their own and happiness to all of them!
Half way through her tenth grade year, my daughter brought home House on Mango Street. “Hey Mom, you ever read this book? We’re reading it in class, I wanted to finish it this weekend ‘cause I hate the class discussions. They just talk about the themes (she made a disgusted face) like language and empowerment …
There are certainly times when I feel like I’m not being taken seriously by my allies. It’s a shitty feeling.
Until its unfortunate cancellation this week, comedian W. Kamau Bell was the host of Totally Biased on FX/FXX. Like any good late-night show, it’s hilarious, and the format is essentially the same as the format of Conan or Late Night with Jimmy Fallon—live interviews and pre-filmed skits. But the content that Bell chooses to tackle makes Totally Biased different …
Yes, I’m lucky in some ways to be of an orientation that allows me a lot of options, but queerness is not an open invitation for your personal philosophy on human sexuality, or how hot it would be if I made out with that girl over there.
As we fumble through the prickly journey of life, it’s easy to become jaded-black hollow shells of what used to be glittery vessels of girlish optimism.
The parts about herself she actually likes, her friendliness and quiet nature, don’t seem to match up in her eyes to the empowered Goddess-females written about in novels, celebrated on movie screens, and paraded over the internet.
“Oh, I’m not a feminist. I just think women should have the same rights as men.”