How to Cover Your Shame

      I don’t even know what you’d call it. I called myself a “humorist” in the program but that was because my vocabulary is lacking. In a talent show, where does, “Making witty observations while wildly gesticulating in front of a slide show of 19th century underwear” fall? My friend Sonja, who is…

The 19th Century Gets Old

So, I’m nearly 37. Which…isn’t quite true. I’ve seen 37. They were my teachers and my friend’s moms. Even some of the women I know right now are a proper 37, with large grown up homes, ordered finances and…I don’t know. Whatever 37 year olds like. Wine? So, lean into the fear, or it can’t…

Porn Pathos

Something different today. I found an in-congruently charming archive of vintage pornography photos from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The sex and bodies depicted was fascinating in their lack of varnish. But more fascinating were the faces of the women. I went through the archive that depicted actual acts of intercourse (no mistaking…

32′ 23′ 35′

  I am I the only who feels sad whenever I see Bettie Page? Or any of the myriad of crap that bears her likeness? I’m not sure how she became an icon for feminists reclaiming their sexual power. I guess because she’s strongly built, has a hearty smile and is usually holding a whip. But seriously, have you read about…