Articles

Read articles and blog posts written by Betty Dodson, Carlin Ross, Bodysex Facilitators, and guest writers

I Didn’t Know I Was Good at Sex

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...

Oh the Lies

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

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...

I Thought Was Too Much

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...

Betty

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...

Thanks to Betty

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...

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice

Art by Betty DodsonFor most of my life, I didn’t feel comfortable speaking up for myself. I was raised to be a “good girl,” to be “seen and not heard”, to “stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” My own thoughts, feelings, and wants were diminished,...

Teenage Orgies

Teenage Orgies

As a child, I was painfully shy.  I barely ever spoke in school and had only a handful of friends.  I wanted so badly to break out of my shell, but I didn’t know how I could drastically change my entire personality when everyone already knew me as being quiet and...