Redefining Sexy

Sexy Magazine

Posted by on Apr 30, 2018

I was at Esalen for a writer’s conference a few years ago and saw Pam Houston, one of my favorite writers, walking through the organic gardens wearing a Bad Feminist T-shirt. I loved her even more.  For years I’ve felt like a Bad Feminist because I really love this magazine:   My husband ordered it years ago to, “you know,  help us have a sexy marriage”.  I have to admit, my Try To Be A Good Feminist’s feathers got ruffled for about ten seconds before I realized he was walking my talk. I summoned Ms. Blog Me Sexy to keep step and suggested that we refrain from ripping off the...

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Sexy Shoes

Posted by on Apr 18, 2016

I aspire to constantly expand and improve upon the definition of sexy in this blog. That being said, if you were to ask me two weeks ago to show you my sexiest pair of shows I would have pulled out these black strappy beauties: Because these snowshoes up the ecstasy quotient in my life several times a week. When the snow is wind scoured or frozen and not good for skiing, they enable me to pack into my cabin. After I drop off my pack, I feel like I’m floating above the earth, which I am, as I stomp around the moonlike surface of our property under six feet of frozen snow. But as sexy as they...

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Sexy Beside Me

Posted by on Jan 8, 2016

I sat beside a woman for ten days who inspired me to work harder than I ever have. We never spoke a word. I didn’t know her name. I couldn’t really tell what she looked like since all eighty of us in the meditation hall were bundled up due to the unseasonably cold weather. She draped colorful scarves over her head and wrapped them around her neck like a Madonna.  I was tucked into the hood of my ankle- length sweater like a monk. We accidently made eye contact a few times in the dining hall, but both of us quickly looked away.  We were observing Noble Silence which started on the first night...

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Sexy Extremes

Posted by on Dec 20, 2015

One weekend: I’m at a Girls’ Night Out with a group of river sisters I received like a dowry when I married my raft guide. We drink margaritas.  We eat enchiladas. We laugh. We touch.  We express every thought that lands on our lips. We dress up and dance for three hours straight to a funk band at the Belly Up in downtown Aspen.   Wild feminine energy freely expressed. Super sexy. The next weekend: I’m at a ten-day silent Vipassana meditation course. I am living in community with forty women I’ve never met. We don’t talk, gesture, touch or make eye contact...

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So Defined

Posted by on Jul 12, 2013

One of the purposes of this blog is to blow the lid off the definition of sexy. This post is the first of a new series to do just that. Defining Sexy #1: Sexy: (adj.) used to describe someone who has mastered a skill which you aspire to be good at but are hopelessly not. For me, today, that skill would be: splitting firewood. I find it is so incredibly hot the way my man swings an ax and slices through a huge pine log like it was a stick of butter.  When I try, all I get is a few dents in the top of the log. But I went out to the chopping block this morning more determined than ever because:...

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