I believe the way we live our life, our sense of joy and purpose is determined by who we are on the inside. Not what we think, but our emotional balance.
Sex is the glue that keeps lovers together — it floods us with hormones which make love and kindness ooze from our pores. If I want a healthy relationship, I need to make sure there is enough sexy time.
Look what I found lurking in our bathroom … (yes we have a pink toilet) Some of you may recognise the baseball cap … (if you can stop looking at the butt!)
Getting up at 5am to run in the cold icy dawn…or feeling your boyfriend inside you while the curtains of sleep still soften the thoughts in your brain…
Sexy isn’t about your age, the colour of your hair, the size of your body, the wrinkles on your face. Age isn’t a shameful secret kept undisclosed to ensure others desire you, love you or respect you.
One single kiss and now Kristen Stewart is branded a cheat, her reputation tarnished forever. I know how she feels. It all started with a kiss for me as well …
Four months and one day after I met Duckfish we moved in together. It wasn’t my idea. In fact, I was fiercely defending my decision to stay in the tiny one bedroom flat that was all my own.
It’s a curious kind of survivors’ guilt. Not the kind that makes me feel guilty for still being alive when someone else is dead, but the kind that makes me feel bad for not feeling bad.
It was OK to lie about my transgressions and continue in the church, but once I admitted I enjoyed sex and refused to follow the path of repentance and future abstinence I was asked to leave — labelled as a ‘backslider’.