Bud asked if I liked spanking. Mike’s first email was an erotic story. The artist guy took me out to brunch then turned out to be penniless.

Last year I wasn’t dating anyone. I don’t recall right now how I spent that day, probably with my head in a bottle of wine- red, of course. Celebrating some form of self love, hopefully. But I was probably bemoaning my fate as a single woman…

Time really does move faster when you’re older….I just blinked and 2009 had passed me by before I realized it…and 2010 is already moving just as fast!

She was beautiful, smart and funny and I had an enormous schoolboy crush on her.

When we were introduced, I felt SOMETHING. Slightly muted, but it was there. Chemistry, perhaps, smothered in a few coats of dust

We never do leave home. Every house we’ve ever lived in has helped form us into who we are, has followed along with us every step of the way.

Regardless of the causes, I am dealing with an enormous loss, and the agony of watching him erase himself. It is the antithesis of creating. It is chaos as well as inertia.

The walls of human understanding have various purposes, textures, designs. But their intent is often to keep something…safe from challenge and on-going discovery of the truth of inherent polarity.

It’s a love story between a father and his sons….It’s about family in all its messy glory when each member is valued as an individual. It’s about males without women but not in a way that demeans either gender.

They have some nice looking stuff, but most of it requires layering (because it’s too skimpy to be worn without something under it or over it).

“Your right to throw a punch stops at my face.” I remember hearing this expression years ago as a basic definition of freedom in the United States. I thought of it more recently when I read …

In a sense, they are like spouse stand-ins, and they’re thinking of getting T-shirts made saying: “I’m Becoming The Man I Always Wanted To Marry.”