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.
Fantasy only goes so far and usually does best in the bedroom (or in poetry). This is our sacred, precious life, it deserves our conscious attendance, fierce protection and pragmatic awareness.
Anyone who has ever visited an assisted living facility or nursing home has probably come away with the impression that the #1 athletic pastime of residents consists of lining up at the dining hall doors, well before meal time is scheduled to begin. If so, you'd be wrong. Seriously wrong.
Here are some examples of things your husband wants you to chill out about: what tone your child just used, what happened to the throw pillow, why do we have two opened boxes of the same kind of cereal, what tone the school secretary used, how many days it has been since your sister texted.
A tangasm is not a climax in the way we think of an "orgasm." There is no particular moment of release. The tangasm is not about how it looks, it's about how it feels. A tangasm is a moment of total connection coupled with full-body pleasure, bodies swirling with each other, breathing together, a union with the moment, your partner, the music, the room.