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...
“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...
Dear ex boyfriends, lovers, et al, I have some things to say that might be hard for you to hear, but I can’t hold them and not speak about them anymore. Your lack of listening hurt me. And it bothers me that you let the words “calm down,” “too emotional,” and “not...
With my pants around my ankles, I squatted low in the 3-stalled corporate office restroom. My butt cheeks just a few inches from the floor, I pressed my PC muscles down and pulled the tip of my menstrual cup. Because squatting shortens the vaginal canal, it was then...
My understanding of the ways to connect myself with the Earth through my moon blood has been cobbled together from my own experimenting, errors, and random bits of information collected throughout my life. And I wonder how many fragments will equal a whole. How many...
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...
