She was legally an adult. It was clearly consensual. Yet I absolutely could not get over it.
Recently I went home with a kinky man after our first date. The experience phased in and out of being consensual throughout the night. I distinctly left his apartment feeling violated and I continued to feel violated for several days after.
Over the years, I have obtained bacon-flavored lip-gloss, bacon imprinted band-aids, bacon salt, bacon-flavored popcorn, a talking plush bacon, and bacon toothpaste. It was probably just inevitable that I'd eventually become a naked bacon buffet table.
I'm not mad at anyone. I just look that way.

May 25, 2013 at 3:00pm | 43 comments

kink boutiques! They're called sex boutiques!
"How do you lead a partner who maybe a little embarrassed by their lack of experience (because they're a dude and dudes are supposed to know, right?) into the kinky garden you'd prefer to play in?"

Apr 12, 2012 at 1:00pm | 7 comments

At the very beginning of what I now know was a mid-life crisis, I let a guy pee on me.
You can tell a lot about a woman from her drawer, which is why I've spent years crafting mine into its current, perfectly curated state.