It’s not every morning I wake up wet. You wouldn’t imagine it is, either. You wouldn’t picture me lying there alone, swathed in cotton sheets, skin taut, imprinted by your tongue. Wrists raw from the bindings of your hands. You’d picture me there with you. Commanding me from the inside. A moan with each shudder [...]

Self-Fashioning and the Art of Sexy

I wrote in a previous post that the phrase “self-fashioning,” as it applies to the practice of creating, or styling, one’s inner (and, to a degree, outer) self, came into my mind rather innocently as I was reading a biography of Chanel (which proved to be a most beneficial read). My intuition informed me instantly [...]

Sex, Conflict, and the Self-Fashioned Woman

A reader recently requested that I write a post on unwanted, or unwelcome, male attention, including sexual advances, and to position that issue in relation to my understanding of femininity. A challenge. I thought about it for a few days. Maybe a little too hard, actually, because I almost scrapped the idea and wrote an [...]