Sexual Myths
This month we wrote about the sexual myths that held us back and how we overcame them. Browse the links below to read the full post.The Myth About My Sexuality "From the moment I was told that a vagina smelled like fish, I started washing myself with soap"by...
I Didn’t Know I Was Good at Sex
For most of my life, I believed that I just wasn’t good at sex. I considered myself to be later bloomer with partner sex. I was 31 when I had intercourse for the first time. After about an hour of kissing and touching, we went to my bedroom. I was aroused and eager. I...
Death and Renewal to Sexual Lies I No Longer Believe
I recently heard a famous woman remark about how ugly her pussy had become now that she was older and my heart broke. She’s brilliant, hilarious, creative, and I knew the words weren’t hers. I suspect she’d been taught, like so many of us, that denigrating her pussy...
The Lie of the Prize and My Shift to Power
“How to Make Him Love You” “50 Tips to Blow His Mind in Bed”“Make Him Yours”“Man Melting Massage”“100 Hottest Women” These were the messages on Cosmo covers I read throughout my adolescence. Nobody told me it outright but the biggest take aways I got from this was how...
Oh the Lies
I was pondering what are myths? I started with google and found Joseph Campbell’s and Wikipedia’s definition of myths and their functions. I never realized there where so many definitions and functions of myths and how my culture is ladened with myth, not just sexual...
Mine and Mine Alone
Sweet 16. Butterflies.Hours of kissing.Deliciousness in his touch.Subtle hints when softly brushing past my breasts.Accidentally, yet intentionally.Opening the button of my pants, hinting. Leaving it at that.Hot breaths sparking between us.Lust. Desire.So much...
The Myth About My Sexuality
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I Thought Was Too Much
“You’re a gay man trapped in a woman’s body”, announced my boyfriend as he grabbed my upper arms and forcibly pushed me off of his body. I was stunned….and hurt. I thought it would be sexy to crawl up his body like a cat and lick his face. He didn’t agree. It was...
Everything Was Better with Betty
“Did you meet the hot girl with the green eyes?” “Green eyes?, I thought to myself as I ran through all the people I met during orientation. I was 14 years-old - I’d overheard this conversation while stocking shelves on the first day of my new job. I remember...
Remembering Betty
In honor of her 95th birthday, we wrote about how Betty changed our lives. Browse the links below to read the full post.Everything Was Better With Betty "Slowly, I began to see myself as Betty saw me. ."by Carlin RossPleasure at End-of-Life "She would never ask anyone...
Betty
Betty, oohh Betty, sexy generous and cool Betty. That goddess introduced me to a community, to Carlin, to love and respect, to generosity and security. She taught me that time is important and it's not. She taught me how to become an abstract body that is no longer...
My Memories of Betty
“A sister needs our help,” said 87-year-old Betty as she crawled on all fours across the circle and sat next to me. It was my Bodysex certification workshop and we were practicing the breath of fire. To my horror, Betty put her hand on my stomach, my most-hated and...
Tribute to Betty Dodson
I stumbled across Betty Dodson’s life’s work while I was looking for a comprehensive sex program that included nudity. Well, I found that and more. Betty’s books and art work challenged my puritan views of sex and showed me a path to reclaim my sexuality. As I explore...
First Bodysex Experience
I signed up for a bodysex workshop after chatting with one of the facilitators. I chose her specifically because she is a plus sized woman. I figure if she is comfortable in her own skin and being a sexual being then maybe, just maybe, there is hope for me. I like the...
Thanks to Betty
“But is this grand enough for you, Betty?” I asked aloud to the small bottle of her ashes that sits next to me as I write. “Please help me be succinct without diminishing you but also not put you so high upon a pedestal that you become distorted. And help me write an...