In my first book review, I struggled with how to connect my academic voice to my carnal engagement with the book itself. I still like the review, a lot, and love what writer Xan West had to say about it in this review of my review. But, immediately, starting Best Women’s Erotica 2014 from Cleis Press, I knew that Read More

Books played an integral role in my sexuality. Stumbling upon smutty passages in YA novels, I felt the first confused and clumsy stirrings of my sensual self. These passages were like delicious, little secrets, I could read them anywhere with a  knowing smile—-they don’t know what’s really going on here.  So, I was beyond thrilled Read More

This is one of my favorite passages by Cixous: To rise above the interior chaosmos each one of us gives ourselves a spokesperson I, the social I who votes, who represents me. I have an I who teaches. I have an I who escapes me. I have an I who answers for me. I have Read More

The first toy I bought with my discount was the We-Vibe 3. I told myself I would hold out until the 4 came out, but I just could not. It just seemed so promising! The power rushed to my head. 40% off! I was salivating ready to eagerly buy up anything that seemed appealing. But I Read More

I had my eye on Maia’s toys for a while. I love the bright colors and the marketing. When I battery tested the toy for a customer the way the shaft rotates really caught my eye—not an out of control whirling but a subtle circle motion made by the rounded tip which looked appropriate for Read More

I have to be honest, Kendra was my least favorite of The Girls Next Door. By a lot. So when I saw her line of toys for Evolved I was already biased against them. Sorry.  Early on in my job, a sale rep from Evolved came to the shop to show us their products and Read More

Once upon a time that has been and yet thrusts its presence into my everyday. Whiskey breathed, I proclaimed my martyrdom—they were crucifying me at the hand of a rather dramatic allegory that no one ever even bothers to remember.  He laughs an arrogant laugh, I do not try very hard to ignore how wet my Read More

“His memory tastes like rye whiskey. And skin. And spit. The kind of drink you’d mix on the hottest day of July. Dangerous, pungent, divine. Together we strike a match. Electric blue fire, set fire, to everything around us. And while the flames consumed what we used to be we remained indifferent, locked together, in Read More

Sing to me your forgotten melodies, for there is resistance in this air. Your pale streets and worn face could tell me a story but I am the stranger that came to town. Peel back the corners of your wide sprawling mouth that gave the world its fill. You rattle at night like the ghost Read More

I abuse exclamation points Place them at the end of every sentence Exploiting their potential for enthusiasm For I have fawn legs and breathe for voice And my eyes can only grow so wide And my tale so bushy With my hands trembling to trust The pulse in my voice. Read More

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