Your Sexy Self

Sexy Movies

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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Sexy Cape

Posted by on Nov 8, 2015

I’ve written about the sexiness of Feng Shui before. It’s a concept that merits revisiting because clutter breeds like bunnies and stifles the sensual flow of your life.  It must be eradicated! I took on my closet last week determined to clear out summer clothes, move in the winter ones and purge.  Crammed in the back between a seldom worn fleece jacket (now in the castaway pile) and a sleeping bag (they have to be hung) I found one of the sexiest things I own. My wedding cape. It was the perfect accessory for a September bride dressed in a floor length lingerie dress riding side...

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Sexy Switch

Posted by on Sep 11, 2015

What turns you on?  What turns you off? No doubt, these are great sexy questions to ponder. I recently watched a TED talk by sex therapist and bestselling author Esther Perel about the complexities of sustaining passion in long term relationships.  It’s packed with great information but what jumped out at me was her twist on the above questions.  Instead, Perel asks: How do you turn yourself on?  How do you turn yourself off? Brava Esther! Way to encourage us to find our sexy switch and reclaim responsibility for our sensual selves. Of course I started making a list as soon as the...

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Sexy Lining

Posted by on Jun 24, 2015

I try to find the sexy lining in every cloud. But I am having a really hard time with this one: stomach cancer is raging like a deadly hurricane through my father’s body, reducing the robust 200- pound man of my childhood to a mere 130 pounds.  As soon as I arrive to my parent’s home in Michigan and see him convalescing in his Lazy boy chair, I notice how the weight reduction has made his smile that much bigger, despite the fact that he is being racked with hiccups that have been plaguing him for over a week, making it impossible for him and my mother to sleep at night. I drop to my knees...

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Two Kinds of Ecstasy

Posted by on Oct 7, 2014

  I am suspended in hot water beneath a moonlit sky. The diameter of our cedar, wood- fired hot tub is such that I can rest the back of my neck on one side and my feet on the other, so only my breasts and pubis and are exposed to the October night air The waxing moon has already started it’s decent towards the mountains to the west and is perfectly framed between the branches of two bare aspen trees.  Golden leaves still cling to the trees beside the hot tub, their gentle percussive in the intermittent breeze sounds like a thousand delicate hands clapping, as If I’m being applauded for...

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