Kink Envy?
Art by Betty Dodson What’s my favorite fantasy? What’s my kink? What’s my fetish? For me, thinking about those questions can be tricky and somewhat disturbing. Why? Because they tend to make me feel ordinary and restricted. Am I really that vanilla-ish? What’s wrong...
Perfect Day
Art by Betty Dodson Faces are obscured by the sun setting behind them. But still, I can clearly distinguish silhouettes and curves lovingly caressed by the golden hour of the fading day. Four women stand right in front of me. Slowly moving, the waterline licks their...
Life is Just a Fantasy
The elevator jerked as it started its ascent, and I caught my balance. A hand grazed my elbow from behind asif to steady me and I mumbled the obligatory, “Thank you,” under my breath, while trying to stuff my notes away in the crowded car. Suddenly, I felt something...
February Blog Posts: Selflove
For Valentine's Day, our coaches wrote about how we learned to love ourselves. Browse the links below to read the full post.Imperfect and Worthy of Love Deep down, I knew that my body was unlovable and so was I. I could never be good enough for love.by Laura BogushThe...
A Quiet Power That Says It All
– If I scream, they sure will hear me? Right?!? … I used to think that I was forever stuck in the fight for my voice to be heard. That I would never be able to let my guard down … It was a cold winter’s morning, with the fire in my psychologist’s practice offering me...
Imperfect and Worthy of Love
“Do you think maybe it was a mistake to break up?” I said to a former boyfriend during a phone conversation, 3 months after he ended our relationship. I was devastated and unable to heal. He kept calling me. Our relationship had lasted several years, my first real...
The Power of Pleasure: Establishing Self-Love Through Masturbation
“You’ll be a pretty girl when you grow up” my dad said when I was probably around 10. I felt like I was in a car driving on the highway and hit a road block as soon as I heard this. I tried so hard to be what he wanted, to be someone he could tolerate spending any...
Uncovering the true, authentic version of myself, I had buried deep inside.
I was colliding with my “good girl” façade. I was wrestling with what I was told I was supposed to be, and the lived experience of failure that demanded I crack the façade and dance with carnal desires.I sat on the bathroom floor crying ugly tears. My marriage was...
A Symbol of My Selflove
Ishaan’s mother refused to come downstairs to our Christmas party, pouting in her room for the evening instead. “She doesn’t feel like we’re welcoming her,” Ishaan hissed at me as our guests arrived. Towards the end of the evening ten or so of us began playing that...
My Self-Love Aroma
I watched him smell his left fingers. He slowly sniffed the middle two. "Smell," he said. I held his hand and sniffed his middle fingers. The aroma smelled familiar, but I could not place it. "What is it?" I asked. "You," he said. "I can smell you 1-2 days after...
Loving Myself v1
“So, let me get this straight,” I started, meeting his eyes to be sure I understood. “What you’re saying is that I can be in a committed relationship with you, but I can fuck other people – do I have that right?” I’m sure my face showed my incredulity. The year was...
Pubic Hair
These posts written by our leaders are so good. We can't pick a a favorite. Enjoy. Browse the links below to read the full post.The time I accidently gained an appreciation for my lady garden on the least sexiest day of my life I spent 30 years worrying about...
The Fur That Grows On My Skin
Wendy shares her relationship with the fur that grows on her skin.
Free to Be Hair Positive
“And extra cheese on the large pizza, please,” said the woman. I added the changes to their order, and tried to make the action of pushing my pelvis forward so that my pubic mound might brush against the lower part of the counter - even for a second of relief - look...
Finding and Honoring My Preference
The first genital hair that I saw was on my mother’s vulva, full, curly and dark on her pubic mound. She wasn’t shy about being naked around me. I don’t remember any specific conversation about her pubic hair, but I’m sure we had one or several. I was curious and...