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I’m willing to wager the word “intimacy,” when considered, often leaves a sweet gumdrop trail of images: holding hands, sharing secrets or making love. However, I tend to translate “intimacy” in a stranger but more exciting way.
There are some specific things my girlfriend and I engage in to stay close. These things may not be orthodox but they work, and the two of us are extremely happy.
I have a large tote containing a generous supply of toys. They range from ribbed love fingers to a modest butt plug to a futuristic, translucent, vibrating dildo, and I still find myself anticipating the moment when I can open the tote, strap on Jed and ride my girl to a sunset filled with exploding orgasms. If you’re looking for something in this style, you've got a great option.
If tonight our gazes crash into each other
If you plead with the silence between us
Larcenous lips will touch your gun shy smile
As this poetry burns to ash below our mantle
Facing a first-time visit to the gynecologist is daunting, but the visit becomes a simple walk in the park when the doctor presents you with something far more frightening: the possibility of losing your uterus.
This isn’t just another boring parable told to ensure pubescent girls get their check-ups; it was my unfortunate reality. Skipping lady exams isn’t a lesson you can afford to learn on your own. Trust me.
I always knew when it came to the heart gender didn’t really matter. But I never thought I’d fall in love with another woman – until I did.
For those of you who have never asked a group of people what their thoughts and feelings are on anal sex, I have one word for you: beware. I ventured this query recently and I received a *cough* butt-load of responses. Where I went wrong, I think, is questioning my most prudish friend first.
An object or bodily part whose real or fantasized presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression
People adore labels: lesbian, gay, straight, bisexual, polyamorous. But I present a question: What if we could love a person because he or she is kind or intelligent or funny or British? What if we could desire something other than a reproductive organ? What if we could all just stop worrying about fitting into neat little boxes?
