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Tag Archives: Sex
I don’t follow analytics much with my blog. You’re reading it. That’s all I give a shit about. Following the traffic, I don’t do much of that. I’ll check once or twice a month, see if my daily visits are holding up, and if there are massive spikes, I see what posts were near that day. [...]
One of my guiltiest pleasures is my addiction to the CBS series The Mentalist. I’ve had a girlie crush on Simon Baker for 20 years, and there’s something about a smart, cynical, fun-loving, light-hearted genius crimesolver that taps into my childhood passion for Encyclopedia Brown and the Hardy Boys. (We’ll get you yet, Bugs Meany.) [...]
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 [...]
As a so-called sex writer, I went off the reservation a long, long time ago. As a writer, I’m writing a book, and it means revisiting all my work from the last few years. In the process, I’m tagging & categorizing all my posts so you’ll have an easier time to search relevant topics. But, boy, [...]
In college, I was a librarian. I worked both in books and in the audio-visuals section. Then I was a bookseller. Everything I ever needed to learn about sex, I learned on the job. It’s probably the only thing escorts and librarians have in common. Okay, well, no, not everything I ever needed to learn… [...]
Valentine’s day looms and I’ve deftly avoided the topic by not posting new stuff lately. Brilliant! But I guess it’s time for my annual rant against the Big Machine and the perpetuation of the belief that, hey, if it’s love, it’s worth going broke for. I know men buy gifts because they feel obligated. I know [...]