Body image, Beauty perceptions & standards, Sex, Sexuality, Reproductive health, Physical fitness
“Remember me? Remember me?” I want to run down the corridor, screaming. And you’ll look at me with disdainful non-recognition. Then, when I stop crestfallen and stumble on the last step, you’ll throw your head back and laugh. My cheeks burning, my eyes stinging and my nose suddenly all water…
This is a weird little tale on body image and health. If you like it, you might want to check out my ‘Body & Sex’ section. Let’s not undervalue the psychosomatic – the interaction between the body & the mind.
I was curious about erotic literature, especially after the horrendous 50 Shades of Grey and the rather insipid S.E.C.R.E.T. Much of sex really is about things other than the act, secrets, emotions, grief, nostalgia, family and promises. I’m coming to believe that good erotica is a story that recognizes this….
I first heard about S.E.C.R.E.T. in online forums discussing (and bashing) 50 Shades of Grey. 50 Shades, of course, had achieved cult status, a sort of adult Twilight for our times. Its terrible nature notwithstanding, 50 Shades may have brought the genre of sexual writing into popular and acceptable bookshelves….
Yesterday I was denied entry into a building. I was there to attend a business event, peopled by serious professionals. The reason for my not being allowed admission is that I was wearing a dress. I think the details of the dress are not important but anticipating debate on that,…
You never quite realize how much you live under fear until you break free of it. I am not scared of anybody.
A Spy In The House Of Love by Anaïs NinMy rating: 2 of 5 stars This book is described as Erotic Fiction. Having read ‘Eros Unbound’ (Nin’s erotica short stories, enjoyed greatly), I began with the expectation of lyricism in the writing too. There was far less sex than I…
Just some home truths about sex. It’s open to a wide variety of interpretations. It could be a lot of things. There are things that do not belong with sex.
It’s a curious thing that in our bid for perfection, we lose the essence of beauty. I must have been ten or eleven when I first got into a swimming pool. Along with a bunch of other kids the same age, I learnt to splash and swim and not fear…
Consent is a layered, nuanced thing. How do we even begin to consider it in a world where some of us are not allowed to say NO?