The holidays are upon us. From the forced displays of merriment to the awkward questions from well-meaning family members, sometimes the holidays feel like they were invented just to make you feel like you are lacking something essential.
I think that most women today own a sex toy and a vibrator of some kind. Most women know that it's really okay to touch ourselves 'down there' and that touching ourselves will not cause us to go blind or meet the devil. So why aren't we doing it more? Like every single day?
I admit to openly crying at movies and have even been known to cry at a commercial that includes a puppy. But I had no idea that I had so many tears in my body. I have cried so much since my sweet Peter died that I altered my vision and even improved my astigmatism!
You're not "wasting your time" if you don't know whether or not you want to end up with the person you're dating.
What gift do you really want? Is it really that new sweater or tie? If you're honest with yourself, would the answer be to feel sexual arousal again, or to have some kind of ramped up and new sexual experience? What if all you want for Christmas is an orgasm? You wouldn't be alone.
Avoid these all-too-common dating mistakes that can deter a fabulous relationship from forming and follow the rules that will lead to many more romantic outings:
Just as I think I have been stood up, a lone chap arrives, clad in a lime-green anorak, looking anxious and slighter in stature than I was expecting. The barman points me out, and Home Boy steps up and greets me confidently with a kiss on the cheek. He's a bit on the skinny side, but not bad at all.
I'm having fortnightly dates with my millionaire, but since he's sexually reluctant I am also currently working four guys from an online dating site. They are Vice Man, Guitar Man, Brighton Boy and Home Boy.
In the two and a half years since my husband died, I thought I'd feel better about my life without him. But I don't. Especially during the holiday season when I feel my loss even more piercingly than usual. And having to say that everything's going great just makes it worse.
I met my husband 43 years ago, on a blind date. Needless to say, it was successful. Over the years, I've noticed as friends compared stories about their nuptials, how many of them met on blind dates. I started to think about what made these blind dates work out so well. What did they all have in common?
Americans are probably more educated, informed, and enthusiastic about sex today than we've ever been, and yet we can still sometimes feel closed or uncomfortable expressing our sexuality in certain ways.
When boy meets girl sparks fly and hormones rage. As a result, they usually throw caution to the wind and run heart first into this exciting and wonderful thing we call a "relationship." The only problem is that they do so without asking the important and revealing questions that may determine if the relationship is doomed for failure or headed for "happily ever after."
Now, I am absolutely not a party girl. Unless there is a theme where I can lose myself a bit and I find fancy dress liberates you. The party's theme is 'zoo' and will be held in a swanky private members' club in London. A little animal action might not come amiss, I think, so I accept and focus on the outfit.
Now is a powerful moment of mainstream media attention to sexual assault of victims that often get ignored -- because they're sex workers, because they're promiscuous, because they drank, because they are black, because they are poor, or because they have criminal convictions.
Shocking I know. I'm not talking about saying it to family or friends, I've never said those three words to a lover and I wonder if I'm the only woman...
Looking back, I realize that somewhere along the way, that passionate kiss we used to greet each other with at the end of a long day had morphed into a peck on the cheek that had -- in recent years -- morphed into barely a glance up from the computer screen.