Posts by C.C. Havens

Sexy Movie

Posted by on Sep 21, 2018

I watched a Star is Born the other day, the 1976 version with Barbara Streisand and Kris Kristofferson. The first time I watched it I was 12. I don’t know how my girlfriend and I managed to tag along with her mother to see an R-rated film, but I do know this: it had a huge influence on me, in ways I didn’t even realize until I re-watched it the other night.  I see now that some sexy seeds were strewn in that dark Atlanta theater that germinated in my adolescent subconscious. Ten years later, a Hopeless Romantic was born. I was 22 and passionate about my bad boy, guitar playing boyfriend....

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Posted by on Sep 19, 2018

          The tug of war between my healing artist and my literary artist is alive and well. So, when you don’t hear from me for a while, it means my craniosacral therapist won, and she’s taken the rope and tethered my erotica writer to one of her beloved aspen trees. It means I’m journaling instead of blogging; meditating instead of marketing my erotic memoir; and channeling inspiration into my treatment room instead of my next erotica collection. A few weeks ago, some nerve pain in my hands landed me on a treatment table in my teacher’s office. I was anticipating a...

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My Inner Catholic Girl: Part Three

Posted by on Jul 25, 2018

In Part Two of this Inner Catholic Girls series, I wrote about integrating my two Inner Catholic Girls.In the process of doing that, I discovered a third one.I guess if you sit long enough, write long enough, you’ll get deep enough in your psyche to hit pay dirt.Because she’s the one I’ve been searching for all along…

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Sexy Goal

Posted by on Jul 22, 2018

Goals are sexy. Especially when they come to fruition. This morning, I snagged the July/August issue of Playboy as I packed up to head home from the Arkansas River where my man guides whitewater in the summer…

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My Second Shame

Posted by on Jul 18, 2018

What I’ve figured out so far is this: that aspen bark leaves a white powdery dust on my lips when I kiss it; that wildflowers drenched in morning dew are as potent and fragrant as a woman aroused…

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