A Sex Writer Takes a Thirst Trap
Did I care if people took my writing less seriously because I posted a lingerie selfie?
Read MoreDid I care if people took my writing less seriously because I posted a lingerie selfie?
Read MoreI spent my teenage years terrified that I was a slut, and therefore I was not the type of girl who could be loved.
Read MoreThe best casual sex — the best sex, period — happens between partners with a shared investment in each other’s wellbeing.
Read MoreHow humiliating and bizarre, to feel so close to someone and then watch him bolt out of the cafeteria when you got up to refill your Diet Coke.
Read MoreSex can be a vital language for two people who have run out of words, or for whom words are cheap and ineffective, unable to capture the wealth of tangled emotion still living in their chests.
Read MoreOur concept of “casual sex” has given us permission to be casual with each other’s humanity.
Read MoreFor the last year I’ve been a sex writer who doesn’t write. I haven’t had much sex either, but that’s a different essay.
Read MoreMost of my essays start with a text message: “Hey, do you mind if I write about you for my blog?” What I’m really asking runs the gamut from hey, do you mind if I write about our not-quite-relationship that defies definition but makes me feel all giddy to hey, do you mind if I write […]
Read MoreHe must have been nervous, too. When the night finally arrived, he pulled a Ziplock bag out of his backpack full of condoms from the student health center.
Read MoreI’m delighted to be included in this badass collection published by For Books’ Sake, “Tongue In Cheek: The Best New Erotica Written by Women.”
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