Sex is a funny thing. It’s incredibly important; without it, none of us would be here, it can make or break a relationship and it just feels so damn good. But then sometimes it's awkward, uncomfortable, totally goofy. To me, the funniest thing about sex is how little the actual intercourse matters sometimes. Often it's the build up, the pleasure ( Read more... )

 
There’s this book in the teen section of our public library. The cover has a little warning label that says the material is intended for “Older Teens.” It’s about biker babes who catch criminals on the side while wearing leather Daisy Dukes and shredded, metal-studded halters over their heaving double D’s.

It doesn’t leave much to the imagination ( Read more... )

Success and happiness? I could use some of that in 2008!

I don't believe in astrology...really, or numerology...much, or tarot...often, but that doesn't stop me from checking out my horoscope when I come across it in a magazine or visiting the card readers on Jackson Square when I'm in New Orleans. Whatever I glean from these esoteric sources, I ( Read more... )

On Small Towns, Starbucks and Dr. Evil

"Well, I was born in a small town, and I can breathe in a small town..."

When I run across John Mellancamp on the radio, I get a lump in my throat. I was born in a small town, and like most small town kids, by high school I knew I needed to get the hell out. Atlanta was the closest "big town," and I moved there ( Read more... )