“Last night my hubby and I sat and mapped his (core desired feelings). He realized that he stopped desiring for things when he was around 12 years old. He said to me, “Wow babe, I feel like I’m finally getting back my appetite to live.” Needless to say, it was a beautiful night. – Vasavi
You’re going to hurt other people. Even though you don’t want to. Even though you don’t mean to. To no fault of your own. You’re going to hurt someone. We’re all bumping up against each other with our cravings and sensibilities, reaching clumsily for fulfillment. We bond and then unbind. We stretch our arms to
Then communicate. Our most common communication blunder is not that we’re insensitive, or forceful, or misdirected. It’s that we fail to communicate at all. We swallow. We hedge. We delay. We punish with silence. We freeze with fear. We open our mind to assumptions but keep our mouths shut. We lock down. We just don’t
In a fun twist of synchronicity, my friends Michael, Kate and I ran into each other in the lobby of Eatily in New York City. Hugs! “Oh My God!” More hugs. We were all there for lunches with friends. Kate said, “I’m meeting So & So, I haven’t seen her in ages, but she’s the
Well, that sucks. That’s the very first place to start. Sympathy is a healer, it coagulates the bleeding. Well, that sucks. It won’t drag them down if you validate their pain. It doesn’t mean you condone how they got into the pickle, or the fact that they may be bitching about the same chump after
I’ve looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It’s love’s illusions I recall I really don’t know love at all – Joni Mitchell I’ve been searching the archive of my emotions, looking for the root source of the notion that love is easy. Romantic comedies and new age
I like to imagine my dreams coming true in great detail. Where I’ll be. What I’ll be wearing. Precisely how I’ll be feeling. And mostly, who I’ll turn to to say, “It happened! Sweet Jesus, can you believe it, score! we did it, the day has come, they called, I’m there, we made it, it’s
*names have been changed to protect the identity of the temporarily heart-broken Louise* and Lance* were best friends. Just friends, never so much as smooched. They were roomies, they got drunk at concerts together, they slept in the same tent, exchanged great Christmas presents. Lance dated other people. Louise was in love with Lance. Plain
Dudes, (or masculine-energy-identified dudettes in pursuit of your own lezzie-ladies,) don’t you wish you had a decoder ring for your woman? An unfailing oracle to help you decipher and make the best possible choices for pleasing your paramour? You have it within your reach. You can employ this technique at anytime. Your stealth and secret weapon against the confusion of romance is…your girl’s girlfriend.
Pleasure. Seek and you shall find, my sisters. My friend, the inimitable and saucy Mama Gena, founder of the now-famed Mama Gena’s School of Womanly Arts is offering the Virtual Pleasure Boot Camp. The woman, the legend, the G-spot crusader (alias: Regena Thomashauer) is a force of nature. Her work is grounded in the sacred,
