This summer, I’m leaving the Bay area for a few months to work on a project (okay, it's a start-up).

While I am incredibly excited about what I am about to do, ands think it’s a good decision; aspects of this choice totally fill me with terror. You see, in the past I’ve been an escape artists of sorts, someone who (unconsciously) used work and travel and career momentum to put enough distance between myself and ambivalent relationships to make them bearable.

I read an amazing post last week: Take My Arm, My Love by Portly Dyke on Shakesville. She uses an ABC News report on homosexual PDA as a jumping off point, and the post is about how she and her partner change their romantic behavior depending on the environment they're in - even down to the basic intimate act of holding hands.

I didn't know what it meant. I knew it was sexual. I thought it had something to do with sex but I didn't understand the context. So I swing over to the Urban Dictionary and there it was, Fwap. Basically the sound of a male having solo sex. A-Ha. But this generates more questions inside of my head.

I have a wedding dress hanging in my closet. It was half paid for when I called off my wedding, the deposit was non-refundable, I loved it... So when the second half was due, I swooped into the bridal shop, paid, muttered something about rescheduling my first fitting, and took it home. And put it in my closet.

The only thing I've ever used it for was a camera test for my thesis film short in film school.

I've tried it on a couple of times. It's really fun to wear with an awesome, swishy, full organza bottom, which is why I love it. It's beautiful.

When it comes to relationships, what I learned from my mother was largely unspoken. I’m not the only one who feels this way. I have two sisters (one is two years older than me, the other three years younger), and I asked them not long ago if they remembered receiving any advice about men and relationships. The response was unanimous – our mother just isn't one to give unsolicited advice.

Lately, we have some very sexy celebrities on our hands. And not just the normal type, posing for magazine covers and falling out of their tops at wall-to-wall flashbulb events. We have bonafide old-tymey dead ones, now with sex tapes!