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Teach me about sex.

Today's prompt is about teaching sex education. Who should be doing this? Parents? The school? Or a combination of both?...more

A symbol of sex.

I have been called many things. Fat, brat, bitchy, smug, short, mean, cute, sweet. Once I was called beautiful even. In my 50 years on the planet and the 30 or so when it would have been appropriate, I have never been called a "sex symbol". I am not sad about this.I am not even 100% sure it is a compliment. I am also not super confident I even know what it means.I know there have been moments, usually in the dark and possibly alcohol fueled moments, when a guy has groaned that I was "sexy". But am I going to bank on that proclamation? I don't think I will....more

Oh Aristotle...I disagree

Aristotle describes love as, "a single soul inhabiting two bodies".This is so, "you complete me" -esque, I cannot get behind it. Even, "two hearts, two hearts that beat as one", is a bit much.I am a romantic but not a nut.I remember when Boyd and I were choosing our marriage vows. We had discussions about the wording and what we wanted to convey/express.We chose wording like, "I choose you". No dependency wording....more
@Ms Batman  They sound like amazingly lucky people. I can recognize that kind of love. I just ...more

All out of love

I'm all out of love; I'm so lost without you...The question of the day is, "can people live without love"?I. think. NOT.Let me create a scene for you. A woman is married, with 4 children. She gets a divorce and remarries an accused pedophile. One by one her children abandon her and she lives the last 30 years of her life with the deviant, until he leaves her for another woman and subsequently dies. She dies alone. As broken on the outside as she was broken on the inside....more

Read it and weep..

I own literally 100's of books. Maybe even 1000. My dream is to have an entire room filled, wall to wall, with books. And I want one of those super cool library ladders so I can buzz around the room and get a book, high or low....more

Don't be sad...2 outa 3 ain't bad

I am being prompted to write about immature vs. mature love. According to Erich Fromm, immature love says 'I love you because I need you', mature love says 'I need you because I love you'.  I do not like either choice so this connection may be lost on me.Remember that Meatloaf song from the 80's? Two outa three ain't bad....I want you,...I need you,...but there ain't no way, I'm ever gonna love you,...now don't be sad,...'cause 2 outa 3 ain't badWhat a classic that is....more

Sticky Love...

...I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear...MLK Jr.Hating someone or something is a heavy burden. It turns into a full time job as well. I am not altruistic. I am not a Pollyanna either. I am capable of hate. I have hated. I even devoted myself to cultivating a hatred that was so deeply intense that it exhausted me. Once I freed myself from that hatred, I realized how little I cared. My apathy was more fulfilling to me than my hatred ever was. I felt that I had regained my power when I was able to feel nothing....more

New Yorker

“Ya’ll are like damn cockroaches!” a young man calls,  his lone earring shimmering behind the crowd.  Under the station’s fluorescent lights, no one  answers; but his girlfriend’s laughter  echoes against the white tiled walls....more

His hand on my face...

I used to sleep with a guy who fell asleep at night with his hand on my face. Not like flung across my face because that is where it landed either. I mean, spooning me with his hand cradling my face. It was sweet. Let me clarify as well that we literally slept together. That is all. It is not a euphemism for screwing....more

Heart shaped features

Cosmo, Glamour, even Vogue magazine, used to run articles on "Identifying your face shape". I distinctly remember looking into the mirror with my hair pulled back off of my face, trying to figure out the shape of my face. In about the 8th grade, my sister told me that my face was "heart shaped". Can I express to you how happy this made me? Perhaps not. I was thrilled. I was in love with the idea of love. I was looking for love in all things. A search for something I had almost no context for and something I would have to define for myself....more