( The Big Fat Truth. Or, Why I am Posting About Food, Not Sex. )

Tonight's menu:


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So, out of curiosity, just how many of you are in some kind of funk right now?

Are the planets aligned to our disadvantage? Things seem to be schlepping along rather miserably for most people I know right now, myself included.

Ya basta.

Are there other people in America who listen to A Prairie Home Companion while they boil and sanitize their dildos on Sunday morning? It feels a little wrong to me, and I like that ( Read more... )

( Bend Over, Boyfriend. )

Hey folks. It's been awhile, I know. Between broken girlparts, a broken bank account, and a broken heart, I haven't had much to write about that would have been worth reading, so I just spared you and went AWOL for a time. Life is on the mend in many ways, however, although that may also just be a mental illusion caused by the rare phenomena of ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a nearly-ideal Saturday, as far as putzing-around Saturdays go. It went like this ( Read more... )

I've awoken from the haze of painkillers to discover that my life is in need of some serious ordering. Off to yoga, I go, and then to look for part-time work. I am beyond broke, kiddos. It's looking like my knitting, my photo sorting, and my musculature are finally going to get that long-awaited attention they've been needing. I'm scaling way ( Read more... )

( The doctor took a scalpel to my bits and tackle last night. You might just want to keep on scrolling. )

I just wrote to the president-elect of the American Association of Sex Educators, Counselors, and Therapists. I'm feeling out the possibilities of going back to school and being able to read and learn about sex while I'm doing it. What could be happier?