It’s been a stressful month. Some of the stress is fantastically good but that doesn’t make me less tense. My period started early and has lingered too long. I haven’t done enough yoga to compensate and the result is a menstrual ellipsis instead of just my period. Mother nature likes to remind me of my limits when I fly this close to the sun. Continue reading Ellipses Menses
Category Archives: Daily Life
Uhmygawd
I’m at an impromptu comedy show. No one is on stage yet and it’s already hilarious. I’m overhearing a first date conversation. It’s not intentional. But when two slightly insecure people are in unfamiliar territory with each other it resonates at a certain volume. Continue reading Uhmygawd
The HUMP Film Festival
Go see Dan Savage’s HUMP Film Fest if you ever get the chance.
If you need more endorsement than that – I hope to be in it next year!
Scary Acronyms
I might have chlamydia. It’s a long shot but I take every possibility seriously. Almost anything is true if you consider every timeline. More importantly, it’s true for one of my partners and that sucks for him. Some of his other partners are less than pleased and not shy about voicing disapproval. I’m a mature, well-informed person with an incredibly dark sense of humor. My basic response is no big deal, it can happen to any of us. For me, there are essentially three levels of STDs in America – Curable, Treatable and Oh Fuck. Continue reading Scary Acronyms
Uptight
I haven’t see the worst people can lobby against an organization like the CSPC. Not specifically. I haven’t encountered any real complaints about the concept beyond the all-too-common inability of people to accept what they don’t understand. Then again, sex positivity is just now permeating deeper reaches of middle America. My personal experience is tinged with the havoc sex-negative people wreak on society. Gratefully, the Seattle community will continue to provide a strong sex-positive example for many years to come. Continue reading Uptight
In Her Piece
Visiting the CSPC yesterday, I felt introspective. The exhilaration of last week comes with inevitable wear and tear. Fortunately, this isn’t my first rodeo and I listen to the warnings my body gives me. Skipping the party Saturday and giving an erotic massage Sunday helped me recharge slightly. The satisfaction of making someone feel pleasure, especially when they are new to the sensation, is something I enjoy when feeling drained. Not all gratification is related to orgasms. Continue reading In Her Piece
Women Moaning
I happen to like Mondays. The new things I do on that particular night often develop into a habit. False time delineations and human nature conditions the majority to relax on a Monday. For the weekend-centric that usually means a quiet night at home. For me, it means finding like-minded people to spend time with in public. It’s my favorite night for a yoga class when I can find it. Inevitably, the place I end up never has a line and is always low key.
Continue reading Women Moaning
Blood Clot
At very specific times.
I can see why ancient people
Believe sex is evil
Only takes a
dark
crusty
clot of blood
Dropping out of your vagina
After removing a
thick
swollen
wad of cotton.
Following days of passionate sex.
My period this month
Started early.
I blame the whole thing
On Mercury
But it’s more likely
My IUD.
Surprise visits used to
bother me
Knowledge is power
At sixteen
Before the internet was
a thing
A frightened young girl
Might see
Evil in blood
And swear never to do it again.
Right?
Stooping in the shower
Thumb up my pussy
Gliding around the cervix
Sussing out my G-spot.
Feeling extra clean.
DNA detritus
Pooling at my feet.
Happy to be
Right on track.
With what’s best
for me.
Sexual Repression
I didn’t know what the term slut-shaming really meant until yesterday. Hearing the phrase doesn’t sum up the internal burden of secretly loving sex my whole life. In Seattle, I can just say, “I’m from the South,” and most people nod in commiseration. I could detail my specific self-loathing or recall the flavor of bitter I taste but wallowing is self pity isn’t my thing. I’m happy to know myself enough to be here and look forward to the future. Continue reading Sexual Repression