Male and female sexual fluidity are expressed in ways that may not yet be showing up on paper. If a guy marks a box on a survey saying, yes, I've been attracted to another man, or, yes, I've had sex with another man in the past year, it may not be at all the same thing as when a woman checks the same box.
Women are as carnal as men about their sexual fantasies. This is nothing new; it's just that mainstream American culture isn't honest about it.
The sexpert says she is proud of her "tremendous number of followers" and to be, at her age, "a part of this new generation," but admits she is worried about the impact of social media overuse.
So we offer up all the hugs we can possibly think of offering up and are gleeful when our kisses magically heal fake wounds on knees. Parent kisses become the lifeblood by which our children sustain life. Unconditional kisses, unconditional hugs. But unconditional physical affection doesn't necessarily equate to unconditional love.
Many of our teens have little idea that their parents have feelings that can be hurt and hearts that can be broken. I say this cautiously, but let's hear it for teaching our kids just a little bit of guilt and a whole lot of empathy.
Don't fret this Valentine's Day. It's just a day. You are not less if you are alone. In fact, you can create a Valentine's Day date for yourself that requires only your attendance that can be fabulous. It is all in the power of your mindset, your attitude and how you perceive being single.
Control has become such an important part of my sexual identity, it even factors into the type of sex that I'll have. This is my moment to feel whole as a man; it is a split second in time that is not regulated by bookings, bed times and schedules. I get to actually have someone there with me out of want -- not necessity.
We are told we don't want sex often enough. We want it too much. We are too made-up. We are not made-up enough. We should love our bodies. We should hate our disgusting bodies. And articles like "8 Things That Actually Gross Guys Out in Bed" are examples of the worst of this kind of shaming.
The reality that the cancer could come back -- or might not. The reality that I'm mortal. The reality that, as masturbation so wonderfully illustrates, it's essential to live every moment fully, even if it gives you carpal tunnel syndrome.
There are some things you can't share with strangers. But since we're friends, I wanted to let you in on a little known fact concerning my sex life. It's a strange thing, but not in a urinate-on-you kind of strange. It's better described as peculiar.
Sometimes you might love to gaze into your partner's eyes. But there are going to be moments when the distraction of focusing on the other person takes away from the intensity of the experience for you.
Having discussed these issues at length with lovers and compatriots alike, we decided to conduct a little unofficial poll as a beacon of light to guide our battered ship away from the shoals.
All the time, I hear from women who say, "I'm having sex with my husband X times per week (usually this is 1-3) and he's STILL not happy." I ask if they enjoy the sex, and they say, "Yeah, sometimes."
If you're not happy with your current relationship (and it's not abusive or destructive), do everything you can to shape it into what your heart desires. Only then, walk away peacefully. Ask yourself: 'Have you done everything you could possibly do?'
Of all the words there could ever be titles and fashions of the lady I love, Mother shines way above the beauty of all tragedy. Of all the...
Turn me on With your sweet desire To please - to appease To admire, in this hour.