Different Boats – Same Ocean I recently gave a sermon at my UU church and it struck me afterwards how aligned it was with my Manifesto – with the exception that I have, since, moved on to grey hair. Of course, it should be aligned. The same experiences and life events shaped me and my alter ego Stella in identical ways, as you would expect. The title I chose ‘Different Boats – Same Ocean’ is
Diamonds Upstaged by Sex Toys They say that a dog is a man’s best friend. They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend. But a woman’s best friends are her sex toys. Don’t you wish you owned a sex toy company? As the pandemic continues, sales are way up both for conventional sex toys and for the (previously underperforming) teledildonics market. In case you’re wondering, “teledildonics” refers to Bluetooth-enabled sex toys that allow
Dare to Enjoy It is easy for me to notice when I am wronged as a woman, as an older person; it is much harder to notice my privilege. And when I do glimpse my privilege it can be difficult to remain in joy. I am looking out the window of my study in the North Carolina woods. It’s sunrise and the light is blue and yellow behind the black outlines of leafy trees. A
Pandemic Strategies – What Can a Sexy Old Woman Do? Did you ever expect to see an official government document recommend sexting and sending sexy pictures? Neither did I. But among the many plot twists of the last few months we have this official memo from New York City on how to enjoy sexuality without spreading COVID-19. It’s all about the joys of masturbation, video dates, sexting and chat rooms. Taking it even further, the
A burlesque performer, a pole dancer and an erotic writer walk into a… It sounds like the start of a corny joke! In fact we were all part of a video interview with the editor of a European magazine for women over forty. And that’s how I found myself in a truly remarkable conversation with dancers Judith Vandepeer and Makeda Smith, hosted by Michela Di Carlo of CrunchyTales Magazine. In ordinary life, CrunchyTales holds in-person panel
Pandemic Dreams It is two years from now. I am in California for my youngest daughter’s college graduation. In a large auditorium, crowds of people sit or stand cheek by jowl. Everyone talks a mile a minute, happy to be out after two years in quarantine. They dressed up for the occasion but have totally lost their fashion sense. Horrid pastels are everywhere; even the men’s suits are powder blue or mauve. Everyone looks pasty
