Fucking Hard…
No, not that kind of fucking. This is what my advisor said to me when we chatted over lunch last week. I was saying I didn’t have many peers. When I look around I just don’t see enough people doing
No, not that kind of fucking. This is what my advisor said to me when we chatted over lunch last week. I was saying I didn’t have many peers. When I look around I just don’t see enough people doing
[ted id=1042] I have so much to say about this talk, this woman, but really, it’s all amazing. And I am just so grateful.
In my program we get asked to define ‘sex’ on a pretty regular basis. It’s not an easy word to define. Really, we’ve chosen three letters to represent a huge wide ever expanding list of actions, feelings, instincts and observable
I’m in love with imperfection. Like, deep-down, unruly, hot-flash inducing, love. I love how imperfect you are. No really, it’s true. Well, technically, it’s truth that I am in love with, and I love imperfection because it is an expression
Yesterday was MLK, Jr Day and today is my mom’s birthday and the significance of those two days are twisting around each other in my mind. They days have always been close to each other, and my mom is from
Our character is a 32 year old single mother of 2 elementary school aged children on the last day of her first semester of graduate school. She has many goals to meet on this day and very many ways to
I skipped writing about the Winter Solstice. That’s kinda significant. The event itself was kinda significant. Not only was it the longest night of the year, it was the Gemini Full Moon (aka my full moon) and a complete eclipse
I chose a new theme for the blog. This feels more appropriate given all of the roles I am embodying at the moment. Being a mom, being a grad student, being a writer, being human. They all overlap, they all
This article was originally posted on September 23rd at The Sex Positive Photo Project … San Francisco Bay Area: Celebrate Bisexuality Day! Happy Autumn! Welcome Airial! which is NSFW and 18+. For those not of age, or those who don’t
Being in school provides such a concrete framework for me to play in. I know it’s not supposed to be playing, but that is what it feels like. Grad school, at this point is like having a new toy box