I considered myself a sex toy aficionado long before I probably was one.
I knew nothing about brands. I owned and happily used non-body-safe toys. In fact, the whole concept of different materials needing to be used and cared for differently was foreign to me.
Still, I was at least vaguely aware of popular toys, which is how I found out about the Hitachi Magic Wand. Sex bloggers raved about it and reviewers rated it highly. So I bought it. Continue reading
In a little over a week, Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year 20th Anniversary Edition will be released. My story “A Professional” is one of the 17 included in it. This will be my second publication (the first being a story in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 1, which came out earlier this month), and I’m stupidly excited for it.
“A Professional” was my favorite of the stories I wrote last year, in part because so much of me is represented in it.
It’s hard to describe what I mean by that. Neither of the two characters are especially me-like, but when I read it, the tone and the atmosphere and the sexuality seem so me that it’s almost embarrassing hundreds of strangers will be sitting in their homes and reading it in a matter of days.
Almost embarrassing, but not quite. Mostly it’s exciting.
Here’s a little excerpt to whet your appetite.
I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in junior high. Technically, by then I already was a writer, since I was already writing short stories and fan fiction. I’d even started a novel, something about werewolves and vampires with oodles of lesbian subtext, although I eventually abandoned it. Continue reading
I had a pap smear today, the first in five years. My last one, done at a student health center when I was in graduate school, was bad. A medical student sprung on me without my consent, an exceptionally painful exam: I bled and limped and felt dirty the rest of the day. Not an experience I wanted to repeat.
At the same time, I know paps are important. So I had one.
It was uneventful, for the most part. A cold speculum, a little pressure, and it was done. Instead, it was the breast exam that lingered on my mind after I left. Continue reading
I was waiting in line at the movie theater to buy a ticket to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince when I got a text from my sister: “Giving tampons a try. Having trouble. Can I call?”
It was the summer of 2009, which made me 23 and my sister 34. She’d been calling me to talk about tampons all week. She and her family were going on vacation in a matter of days, her period had just started, and she had three young children who were excited to swim. She’d only ever used pads. Continue reading
I got my sister’s kids into Minecraft several years ago. I was sitting on their couch over the Christmas holiday, working on the second floor of a cobblestone mansion when my nephew walked by and happened to glance over my shoulder. Then suddenly I had three children huddled around my laptop screen, giggling as the bottom floor of my cobblestone mansion was utterly demolished by a pair of creepers.
Now, all three of them play it. (The oldest has a floating house made out of fire and lava.) We talk about it, share tips. They taught me about creative mode; I taught them about potions.
We were sitting around my sister’s living room not that long ago, talking about our recent Minecraft projects, when my youngest niece (age six) piped up, “I never built anything. I just killed some villagers and took their houses.”