Strangely, though we talk about most everything, we never talk about the lack of sex. We both know how much time has gone by. It's just kind of understood that, oh yeah, we need to get on this. And on each other.
The key to an erotic endeavor post-pregnancy is taking your time. Some mothers may feel traumatized by the experience of having been, quite literally, split wide open. The prospect of allowing anything -- small or large -- to enter the vaginal area can seem more than daunting.
"Jenny! I was supposed to meet you at the door naked!" the gorgeous woman standing before me said before flinging her arms around me. She was almost naked, wearing a thin, white tank that barely covered her behind.
Every time we give another woman permission to talk about her experience openly, we reclaim a little power from a society that tells us we should just grin and juice cleanse it.
As I started receiving attendant care and being made to wear pee bags (for my own freedom, they claimed -- really?), I noticed that my ability and desire to freely "whip it out," as it were, had waned with my loss of privacy. Now there were all these barriers to self-love.
Does your God still condone slavery? No? Your God has changed over the centuries, hasn't He? Why haven't you?
The workers of the world can have their International Workers' Day, or Labor Day or whatever, but the month of May belongs to an equally fundamental dignity: masturbation.
I don't want to give up on technology, it's part of my life, part of who I am. That said, I do want to make it work for me so that I can be a complete person.
Believe it or not, I've been asked many times if self-loving is cheating and about its potential negative impact on relationships and each time I thin...
You may not believe in networking, kid, but like gravity, it believes in you, so instead of shaming yourself, why don't you get good at it and start, you know, achieving your professional goals?
"Left to rely on what I heard, I expected to feel something akin to a sonic boom followed by that sparkly thing twilight "vampires" do."
When I was 10 years old, I confessed to a girlfriend that I liked to touch my breasts until my nipples got hard. She replied, "Ew!" But isn't the first and truest love self-love? Thankfully, we have come a long way from the days of my youth.
As a 30-year-old, I do still wake in panic now and then, checking my pajama pants after having fallen asleep to a replay of Splash on TBS.
I think we can all agree that life is sacred, and we must do everything we can to ensure that potential life is protected.
Babies are supposed to be pure and according to Congressman Burgess from Texas, boy babies are masturbatin' all the time. Yuck, if you ask me.