Sexuality

The blog includes articles I have written over the last few years, as well as a weekly post where I share what’s on my mind, even if it’s an undeveloped idea that popped up when I was stirring a vat of cheese!

Why Be Kink Aware? Squicked, Refugees, Minority Stress

When I began my sex therapy training in 2000, I thought of myself as reasonably sex positive. I remember hearing a celebrated and renowned sex therapist/researcher say at a conference, that people

Local Color: Sexual Freedom, GSRD, Sexual Abuse

I have lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, USA, for all my adult life, which by now totals many decades. I have always thought, proudly, of my home base as progressive

Colors of Pride: History Shame, Respair

Last week we went to see the museum exhibit of Monet in Venice. It was beautiful, all the soft muted colors of water lilies and more. I do love the gentle pastel

Zipless: Narcissism, Dementia, Loss

Like most of us who were young women in the early 1970’s, I was swept up in the fervor, passion and perhaps euphoria of the Women’s Movement and the “Free Love Generation,”

Neglect Informed Sex Therapy: Evil? “Solutions”, Health

In the early years of the Millennium, it seemed as if the world was suddenly haunted by a dreaded and insidious enemy. It kind of reminded me of the opening lines of

Silent World of Sex: Mystery, Shame, Neglect

Perhaps the most inelegant step in the cheesemaking process is washing the eight-gallon (30-litre) pot. For those of you who haven’t seen me, I could probably bathe in it. Washing up is

Silver and Gold: Time, 2023, Onward

I sometimes find myself with an image of an infant alone in the dark. I have no idea if it is imagination or primordial memory, or some kind of archetypal or

Sex Matters: Regulation, Sex-Ed, Voice

As we head into mid-life, it is natural and typical to think about the passing of time, what is behind us and what lies ahead; what we have and have not achieved

Imaginary Friends: Hero Worship, Compulsivity, Equanimity

Like most any child of neglect, I was a desperately lonely little girl. Convinced I was hopelessly weird, probably of some other unidentified nonhuman species and categorically unlikeable, I peopled my world

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