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Having woken up in a pretty sour mood, I got into my exercises after a pretty lengthy bit of procrastinating. While doing them, I watched Michael J. Fox’s Adventures of an Incurable Optimist, a one-hour documentary on his search to understand more about what makes us optimistic, and how it might impact things. It’s a [...]
I have this longstanding love/hate relationship with writing. I love the articulation of thought, the solving of ideas, the expressing of inner qualities. The trouble with readers is, what they see is what they get. You people, you read my blog and you somehow think what I put up here is some finite guide to the [...]
Fear is not my friend. I don’t care what the bookstore’s self-help section says. Fear is a bitch. A mean, driven bitch. I am not a fan of fear. I bought that book. Twice. Feel The Fear and Do It Anyways. Sometimes I do it anyways. But I always feel the fear. Ever-present, always-niggling fear. Fortunately [...]
Parents bear so much responsibility for how kids view sex. It’s a shame most of them don’t handle the subject better, and terrible that so little emphasis is placed on sexual education. Two things caused me to spend years questioning sex and feeling like a whore for engaging in it: the Catholic Church and my [...]
One of the all-time fave sex conversations I had with my mother transpired when I was about eight years old. We were watching a video of Steve Martin’s “The Jerk” one day, and there was a joke about a blowjob. Mom howled with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. She was a sucker for Steve. I [...]
When I was a little girl, I liked the “nice” rides at amusement parks. The Tilt-a-Whirl was a favourite. There’d be those moments when you’d spin wildly and you’d verge on nausea, and then it’d slow on down, and you’d settle back into an easy pace. It was unpredictable, but never dangerous, and never scary. [...]