"You are exactly what he needs, so if he is ready, it will be perfect. If not, don't stay for the sex." Well... I stayed for the sex.
If, romantically speaking, 2014 didn't go as well as you'd hoped, it's time to revamp your tactics and kick any bad decisions from last year to the curb.
If you're like every parent of a small child I know, you find it pretty difficult to set aside couple's time with your spouse. And then you have this niggling fear in the back of your brain that you will grow apart, become distant and when the kids go to college, you will blow this popsicle stand.
For those hopeless romantics, including myself, here is a parting message: Stay strong and firm in your beliefs. Don't give yourself too much to into the digital footprint as you start dating. If you do, there is nothing else more to give or to leave as a surprise when you do meet the one.
Something about our fast-paced, super consumerist society seems to have robbed the teaching vocation the respect it deserves, disposing that once concrete and tender human relationship to a matter of mere transaction.
Alexander first realized he was gay at 5 years old thanks to a Hercules pillow set, a secret comfort he could turn to when he couldn't explain himself to his friends at school. The pillow was his "boyfriend," he says.
I feel too many women -- poets or not -- are asked to explain themselves, their bodies, their desires. I want to present a world which is already stripped down; its foundation is that it does what it wants. I would like that of my life in many ways.
There is a time in your life when you're especially likely to draw someone to you who will use you for sex. It is when you may also discover that your sexual behavior is sabotaging your relationships.
Let me break it down for you -- when you have a disability requiring sexy wheels, two truths become apparent.
I worry that my husband may not want to bone me because, well, I'm not in good shape right now. Yes, I said it. I'm a few or 10 pounds overweight and I'm not even finding myself attractive.
I cannot tell you how often couples complain to me that they rarely make love. These are generally people who love each other, who enjoy being togethe...
Menopause crashed my hotness with a thud heard in three states. Suddenly I was more "Ma'am" than MILF. Men stopped whistling at me from the street and started helping me through the crosswalk. People no longer commented "You look so much like your mother" and started assuming we were sisters.
The film adaptation of Fifty Shades of Grey, the first book in the mega-selling erotic trilogy by E.L. James, is almost here! It arrives in theaters Valentine's Day weekend (ladies, get your limos ready!).
This was not the first time I'd been accosted by a straight woman wanting me to be her shopping pal, nor was it the first time I'd been told how oh-so-fabulous I, as a gay man, would make a straight woman's life.
There is absolutely no need for you to spit on me while we are having intercourse, and, honestly, the spitting causes more problems than anything else. I don't know what porn you saw this in, but please stop doing it. I don't know why you find it attractive, because I certainly don't.