Category Archives: Sexuality

Up from Bondage

But what I am saying is that this world of BDSM is more than just acts out of context. There’s a lot of philosophy in there – some good, a lot terrible. There are ideas – some harmless, some contemptible. And there is a lot of abuse. A lot.

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Up from Bondage

But what I am saying is that this world of BDSM is more than just acts out of context. There’s a lot of philosophy in there – some good, a lot terrible. There are ideas – some harmless, some contemptible. And there is a lot of abuse. A lot.

So Your Husband’s a MtF Crossdresser or Transsexual…

There was talk from time to time about a “wives’ bill of rights,” which addressed things such as your right to have your husband be a man if that’s what you got on your wedding day. And your right not to have your husband steal your panties and wear them. Which is good, I guess. But I’m here to say that from my experience, at least, this was not all good times at the mall and getting our nails done side by side. In fact, it sucked. And that bill of rights needs an edit. So here I go.

So Your Husband’s a MtF Crossdresser or Transsexual…

There was talk from time to time about a “wives’ bill of rights,” which addressed things such as your right to have your husband be a man if that’s what you got on your wedding day. And your right not to have your husband steal your panties and wear them. Which is good, I guess. But I’m here to say that from my experience, at least, this was not all good times at the mall and getting our nails done side by side. In fact, it sucked. And that bill of rights needs an edit. So here I go.

When Words Fail: The Limitations of Labels

Frankly, I don’t know what I am. I am a woman who loves another woman, who has enjoyed men’s bodies but can’t relate to them exceptionally well at all, who likes to look at either form. But I love Evangeline. She loves me. Perhaps that’s the only label we need.

When Words Fail: The Limitations of Labels

Frankly, I don’t know what I am. I am a woman who loves another woman, who has enjoyed men’s bodies but can’t relate to them exceptionally well at all, who likes to look at either form. But I love Evangeline. She loves me. Perhaps that’s the only label we need.