Laura Bogush

Cleveland, OH

It’s my passion to provide opportunities for women/vulva-havers to explore their sexuality, heal body shame, and maximize pleasure.  I create a warm, supportive space for women/vulva-havers of all ages. I’m comfortable with all forms of sexual expression including, BDSM, swinging, polyamory, and LGBTQ.  As for me, I’m kinky, plus-sized, and post-menopausal with a wide variety of experiences to support you in your journey.

Carlin invited me to join the Betty Dodson Foundation Board of Directors after Betty’s death. I’m a certified Bodysex Coach as well as editor-in-chief of Bodysex.com and BettyDodson.com. I support Bodysex educational classes, events, and workshops plus manage the Bodysex Coach Certification program.

I’ve followed Betty Dodson since reading Sex for One in 1992. My first Bodysex Workshop with Betty in 2016 set me on the path to finding self-love. Professionally, I spent 37 years in the field of education, from teaching first grade to Master’s level college courses for teachers seeking certification. I have a background in curriculum development. I love building WordPress websites and creating online courses. My “retirement” years are now dedicated to Bodysex.

When I look back at my life, all of my experiences and skills have led me to Bodysex and continuing Betty’s legacy. I am beyond grateful to be working with Carlin and the BAD Foundation. I am honored to help women experience more pleasure, heal shame, and find self-love through Bodysex.

My website:  BodysexCleveland.com

My email: BodysexCLE@gmail.com

Read Articles by Laura

I Let the Orgasm Come to Me

I Let the Orgasm Come to Me

I’ve always been orgasmic. My parents didn’t get the memo that I should be discouraged from touching my vulva as a child. I remember exploring my genitals as a preschooler. It felt good. When hormones brought me orgasms at puberty, I masturbated multiple times a day....

I Finally Gave Myself Permission

I Finally Gave Myself Permission

For many years, I didn’t even consider that I had preferences for anything. “Where do you want to go for lunch?” “Anywhere is fine with me” was always my pat response. I found a way to like – or maybe a better word is accept – most anything. I accommodated the...

My Arousal

My Arousal

I love feeling sexually aroused. My vulva feels warm and tingly. My breath and heartbeat quicken. My senses are alert.The sun shines brighter.Every aroma smells robust,My skin welcomes every touch.Foods taste delicious. I feel alive. Arousal isn’t a necessarily a...

Feeling Full and At Ease

Feeling Full and At Ease

I always think of a word to sum up a Bodysex Workshop. My word for May’s workshop is ease: “to be free from something that pains, disquiets, or burdens.” The day before the workshop, there were some bumps. Carlin’s flight was late which made getting the equipment to...

My Experience with Penetration

My Experience with Penetration

I remember penetrating myself with my fingers for the first time when I was 3 or 4 years old while taking a bath. “Mommy, I found a hole in my vulva and it’s not where my poop comes out.” “That’s your vagina,” my mother replied matter-of-factly. “It’s the place where...

Permission for Pleasure

Permission for Pleasure

I’ve always managed to find pleasure through mindfulness in everyday moments: The orange and deep pink in the sky and water during a sunset The calming sound of the water lapping at the shore. The lemony smell of the soap as I wash my hands The soft, warm feel of...

Anger Has a Purpose

Anger Has a Purpose

I find my power when I’m angry I saw him enter the building, walking past signs that read: Do not enter.  Private event for women only. “Get out! No!” I shouted as I propelled toward him, pushing him with the energy from my body. Now I imagine myself in that moment as...

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...

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,...