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Category Archives: freedom
I remember waking inexplicably with a jolt at 5:45am PST. As a child of the ‘70s, in hindsight I’d now describe the jolt as “a disturbance in the Force.” Something seemed wrong, deeply and pervasively wrong, but I didn’t know what. I shrugged and got out of bed. I brewed the coffee, amazed at the deceptively silent [...]
Recently, here in the Great White North, a murder trial ended and the accused were sentenced to life. A father and his son killed his daughter, all because she was too progressive to be a good little Islamic girl. Muhammad Parvez and Waqas, his son, murdered Aqsa Parvez on December 10, 2007, in the guise of [...]
For everything I’ve published this week, four have gone into the depths, filed under lock and key, not fit for sharing. Too personal, too exploratory, too unconnected, too any-number-of-things. A lot of what I batted around regards my relationship with sex: Where it’s been, where it went, why it changed, why it matters, what it [...]
I had an end-of-the-night chat on Twitter with my friend Tris Hussey (@TrisHussey), one of Vancouver’s best WP blogging smartie-pants, about the strange life of being a vanilla girl in a sex-blogger-world. It’s had me thinking since, which is why I like smartie-pants like Tris. See, he thinks the world needs more sex-positive voices — especially [...]
I’m feeling a little blue. I’m getting a stiff back, so I know my mattress needs flipping. I’ve just done that, and have changed my sheets besides. If anything reminds you you’re single, it’s changing the sheets. You’re changing them because it’s been long enough. It’s time. Not because you got hot’n’sweaty and did wrong-but-so-right [...]
While all the good little people were out getting in touch with their god of choice, I was having a lovely Sunday morning watching a BDSM fairytale, Secretary. I’ve been meaning to see Secretary since its release in 2002, as I’ve been a lifelong fan of James Spader ever since I loved hating him in [...]