Articles
Read articles and blog posts written by Betty Dodson, Carlin Ross, Bodysex Facilitators, and guest writers
A Love Letter to Moon Flow, Crones, and to Myself
My blood leaked around the edges, destroying countless pairs of underwear, spotting my pants, staining not just my clothes but my car’s seat, my friend’s couch, my good living room chair (years later, when I finally had a living room and enough time had passed for me...
Circles of Women are Powerful, Healing Spaces
These past few months have been hard. I want to blame it on perimenopause. I want to disconnect from my body, disassociate from the flight response building in my limbs. I think that’s why we scrape orgasm off our plate: it allows us to live without feeling, live...
My Dirty Mind
Art by Betty DodsonHe smelled like gingerbread. We made small talk as he prepared me for bed. Then he instructed me to lay down on my back and get comfortable. He pulled the covers over my body and tucked me in. “If you need anything just call out my name,” his deep...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Red Wings
When a woman has her regular flow of blood, the impurity of her monthly period will last seven days, and anyone who touches her will be unclean till evening. Anything she lies on during her period will be unclean, and anything she sits on will be unclean. Whoever...
Fantasy
Our coaches wrote about their relationship with fantasy. Browse the links below to read the full post.Life Is Just a Fantasy "That’s what fantasy is for, really, to help you push your self-imposed limits and find out who you really are. I’ve realized that I’m at a...
Fantasy Fosters my Self-Acceptance
Art by Betty Dodson As I ground my pubic mound down onto my partners I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Strangely enough at that same moment my mind began wandering and started to really focus in on the guy I’d recently begun befriending. I could...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Busy and Disconnected from My Body
This is the most embarrassing story. And maybe even a little TMI (too much info) but if you stick with me there’s a point. Rewind to 2010. My days were fast-paced. At that time, my to-do list was never-ending. I’d earned two promotions at work so I was part of the...
My First Bodysex Experience
When I arrived at Menla Center that Friday afternoon, I was tired yet excited. I drove all the way down from Quebec—a seven-hour straight drive to Upstate New York. For the first time, I crossed the frontier alone behind the wheel. “Is this your vehicle, Ma’am,” asked...
Normalizing My Fantasies
The same week in 1973 that Cosmo published an article stating that women were scientifically incapable of having sexual fantasies, My Secret Garden was released to the public. The book is a compilation of women’s fantasies. Nancy Friday, the author/compiler, grouped...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Embracing Pubic Hair: A Journey to Self-Discovery and Natural Beauty
Pubic hair, much like sex, is a conversation often reserved for moments of deep trust and vulnerability. And it is strange that since I remember we have never spoken about it at home, although I thought we could talk about everything with my mum (well, everything...