It's been about six weeks since I've gotten any action from anyone besides my $90 vibrator (sidebar: a worthwhile investment), and I've learned a few things.
My loneliness factor has increased quite a bit. I've got plenty of friends and family and work and hobbies to fill my time. I'm not depressed. I just really do miss the sex, the whole bit of it: the foreplay and the tension and the release and the warm body next to me afterwards.
Sex is a way of connecting the is profound and exquisite when done right, and pathetic and weak when it's not. It's sort of similar to food--you can have a delicious, healthy, warm meal that fills you up and makes you feel energetic and strong, or you can have cheap, queasy-inducing crap from the convenience store that fills you up once in a while but makes you feel coma-like and fat later. Maybe that analogy's a stretch, but I stand by it. The thought of breaking my celibacy streak for junk-food sex makes me sad and even more resistant to gettin' it in with anyone.
That's where I'm at with it so far.
Any questions on avoiding dick or what it's like or advice on how to keep it up?
Much love,
The Sheriff
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Friday Links
Feminist movements are key to creating big change? Who knew?!
I love this child.
You know that cute D-day picture of the sailor and nurse kissing? Reading this made me realize it's actually gross and sad.
Surely you've heard about Romney's animosity for Sesame Street. Here's some amazing sad Sesame Street images.
Much love,
The Sheriff
I love this child.
You know that cute D-day picture of the sailor and nurse kissing? Reading this made me realize it's actually gross and sad.
Surely you've heard about Romney's animosity for Sesame Street. Here's some amazing sad Sesame Street images.
Much love,
The Sheriff
Monday, October 1, 2012
it's october...
...and you know what that means: Halloween decorations, pumpkin lattes, and breast cancer awareness month. Pink ish is EVERYWHERE.
This month, there's lot of push for awareness of breast cancer and raising money and research and terrifying articles in magazines. SELF did a feature on women in their 20s with cancer and I examined every part of my body for lumps...concluding only that my shin bones are frighteningly bumpy. But lately, statistics shows that formal breast self-exams (you know the kind--you have to do it monthly, following a complex navigational chart that hangs in your shower ominously) and casually touching your boobs and noticing their changes from their normal state are equally effective.
The takeaway? Get to know your body and yourself. If you know your boobs, you'll notice if there's a dimpling or lump or change. Self-awareness might not cure you of diseases, but it can help you take agency and catch them early on.
So. Do it. Feel your boobies!
Much love,
The Sheriff
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This month, there's lot of push for awareness of breast cancer and raising money and research and terrifying articles in magazines. SELF did a feature on women in their 20s with cancer and I examined every part of my body for lumps...concluding only that my shin bones are frighteningly bumpy. But lately, statistics shows that formal breast self-exams (you know the kind--you have to do it monthly, following a complex navigational chart that hangs in your shower ominously) and casually touching your boobs and noticing their changes from their normal state are equally effective.
The takeaway? Get to know your body and yourself. If you know your boobs, you'll notice if there's a dimpling or lump or change. Self-awareness might not cure you of diseases, but it can help you take agency and catch them early on.
So. Do it. Feel your boobies!
Much love,
The Sheriff
Friday, September 28, 2012
friday links
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| Feminist Disney. Hell yes. |
Mandy Stadt discusses that most men are actually terrified of being written about while dating a sex blogger. WORD.
The Not Your Baby app (which is free!) gives snarky comebacks to gross street harassment. I got it and it is veritably awesome.
A history of subversive knitting. Weirdly fascinating .
"Not only can’t you tell anything about my health or behaviors by looking at me, those things are not a barometer for my worthiness and are absolutely not any of your business."
Have a great weekend!
Much love,
The Sheriff
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Sheriff's Wisdom: Threesomes
This post is likely to be one in a series, Sheriff's Wisdom. I've been lucky enough to have friends and strangers and family members approach me with questions about sex, bodies, relationships, and lady issues of all kinds. Here goes the first week's column!
I was asked last year about this one by a friend (and was completely and totally flattered because I am by no means an expert, I just talk a lot about this stuff): What're the effects of bringing another person/people in the bedroom? How do you deal with potential hurt feelings/jealousy? How do you pick the right person?
First of all, to anyone considering adding another body to their bedroom, kudos on being open enough to look outside of the confines of monogamy. I would also like to say, if you have no interest in a threesome or no interest beyond the thoughts you have when you're alone with your vibrator, that's completely and totally fine and you're not a prude. Lately, I feel like it's treated as if it's a deserved thing for men in monogamous relationships (consider the lyrics of Kanye in "Birthday Song" where he says that if you've given your girl a BMW, you automatically qualify for a menage a trois! It's just that easy, gentlemen), and that women need to be increasingly freaky in order to get attention or to not seem frigid. Which is some bullshit.
However.
If that is not you, and you are genuinely interested in pursuing this option, read on!
I think that threesomes, done right, can be a fun way to make a monogamous relationship more expansive or a way to have casual fun that need not be with anyone you know. But if you're already in a relationship, picking that third wheel is an important part of making the process a positive experience. Your options are basically the following: A. Pick someone you already know. B. Pick someone who is mostly a stranger. There are pros and cons to both. With someone you know, you likely have more trust and can determine perhaps to a better extent how jealous you might feel--would it be okay with you to see the person who was giving your partner oral around campus? What if they were friends before and continued to hang out afterwards? Would that make you feel jealous and queasy? With a stranger, of course, there's different problems too--you don't know them at all, so they could be full of diseases, and even if they're not full of warts, they could present a threat to your relationship precisely because they're an unknown variable. In either combo, I strongly recommend a little alcohol to loosen things up and get it started--liquid courage is necessary when embarking on something as awkward to begin as three-way sexual interaction.
What to do with any feelings that arise? You must be comfortable with your partner and confident enough in your bond to feel okay explaining to them how it made you feel afterward. If a threesome leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth (pun not intended), you must be able to tell them that and own it and not feel apologetic. It's up to the two of you at that point for how to repair, but I'd suggest starting with some real good, monogamous, lovey dovey sex to restore a bit of confidence in your bond as a couple. Works wonders
Bottom line is: you need to have honest discussions before you do this is jealousy is an issue or something you think would flare up. You need to know your boundaries and your partner's boundaries well in advance, to avoid a meltdown mid-fuck. And you need to be comfortable, whatever that means for you. A threesome should be an experience where it's fun and exciting and sexy, not something that makes you feel insecure or bad about your performance or body or relationship.
Have you had a threesome? Any advice on this matter?
Much love,
The Sheriff
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I was asked last year about this one by a friend (and was completely and totally flattered because I am by no means an expert, I just talk a lot about this stuff): What're the effects of bringing another person/people in the bedroom? How do you deal with potential hurt feelings/jealousy? How do you pick the right person?
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First of all, to anyone considering adding another body to their bedroom, kudos on being open enough to look outside of the confines of monogamy. I would also like to say, if you have no interest in a threesome or no interest beyond the thoughts you have when you're alone with your vibrator, that's completely and totally fine and you're not a prude. Lately, I feel like it's treated as if it's a deserved thing for men in monogamous relationships (consider the lyrics of Kanye in "Birthday Song" where he says that if you've given your girl a BMW, you automatically qualify for a menage a trois! It's just that easy, gentlemen), and that women need to be increasingly freaky in order to get attention or to not seem frigid. Which is some bullshit.
However.
If that is not you, and you are genuinely interested in pursuing this option, read on!
I think that threesomes, done right, can be a fun way to make a monogamous relationship more expansive or a way to have casual fun that need not be with anyone you know. But if you're already in a relationship, picking that third wheel is an important part of making the process a positive experience. Your options are basically the following: A. Pick someone you already know. B. Pick someone who is mostly a stranger. There are pros and cons to both. With someone you know, you likely have more trust and can determine perhaps to a better extent how jealous you might feel--would it be okay with you to see the person who was giving your partner oral around campus? What if they were friends before and continued to hang out afterwards? Would that make you feel jealous and queasy? With a stranger, of course, there's different problems too--you don't know them at all, so they could be full of diseases, and even if they're not full of warts, they could present a threat to your relationship precisely because they're an unknown variable. In either combo, I strongly recommend a little alcohol to loosen things up and get it started--liquid courage is necessary when embarking on something as awkward to begin as three-way sexual interaction.
What to do with any feelings that arise? You must be comfortable with your partner and confident enough in your bond to feel okay explaining to them how it made you feel afterward. If a threesome leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth (pun not intended), you must be able to tell them that and own it and not feel apologetic. It's up to the two of you at that point for how to repair, but I'd suggest starting with some real good, monogamous, lovey dovey sex to restore a bit of confidence in your bond as a couple. Works wonders
Bottom line is: you need to have honest discussions before you do this is jealousy is an issue or something you think would flare up. You need to know your boundaries and your partner's boundaries well in advance, to avoid a meltdown mid-fuck. And you need to be comfortable, whatever that means for you. A threesome should be an experience where it's fun and exciting and sexy, not something that makes you feel insecure or bad about your performance or body or relationship.
Have you had a threesome? Any advice on this matter?
Much love,
The Sheriff
PS--Follow FF on Facebook and Twitter!
Monday, September 24, 2012
weight liberation
I rarely learn genuinely new things about my closest friends. We talk nearly nonstop when we are together and all suffer from extreme honesty, but occasionally, you have those moments with your friends where honesty about something leads to a sense of expansion, not just in your friendship but also for yourself.
Saturday night, my friend Razor and I went out for a friend's birthday. Like most late night events that involve coordinating multiple portions of the evening and lots of different people, it was a slight clusterfuck in terms of logistics, but I had a blast. As we wrapped up the evening eating delicious late night pizza in the Gayborhood on the steps of some fancy building, we somehow got into a discussion about weight.
Weight is a funny and awkward thing. My friends know pretty much everything about me, from my sexual stories to the way my crying face looks, but until quite recently, did not know my weight. Two of my closest friends are almost exactly my same height; we all wear the same pants size. But evidently, our weights are drastically different. And as the person at the heaviest weight, I feel like a whale.
But as the one universally described as the strong one who does the heavy lifting AND the one with the big boobs and butt, I don't know why it's such a shock that I'm denser than they are. I guess somehow in my head I'm still attached to the idea of my eating disordered self, where I was always the tiniest by a long shot and so thin and lithe and itsy bitsy.
Talking weight with Razor made me realize there is something really liberating about sharing something that I hold so tightly and secretly to my obnoxiously large chest. More importantly, there is something incredibly freeing about sharing that info and not having it impact her opinion of me one damn bit.
Are you secretive about your weight? Or do you always under-report it by 5 pounds? Talk to me.
Much love,
The Sheriff
PS--Follow FF on Facebook and Twitter!
Saturday night, my friend Razor and I went out for a friend's birthday. Like most late night events that involve coordinating multiple portions of the evening and lots of different people, it was a slight clusterfuck in terms of logistics, but I had a blast. As we wrapped up the evening eating delicious late night pizza in the Gayborhood on the steps of some fancy building, we somehow got into a discussion about weight.
Weight is a funny and awkward thing. My friends know pretty much everything about me, from my sexual stories to the way my crying face looks, but until quite recently, did not know my weight. Two of my closest friends are almost exactly my same height; we all wear the same pants size. But evidently, our weights are drastically different. And as the person at the heaviest weight, I feel like a whale.
But as the one universally described as the strong one who does the heavy lifting AND the one with the big boobs and butt, I don't know why it's such a shock that I'm denser than they are. I guess somehow in my head I'm still attached to the idea of my eating disordered self, where I was always the tiniest by a long shot and so thin and lithe and itsy bitsy.
Talking weight with Razor made me realize there is something really liberating about sharing something that I hold so tightly and secretly to my obnoxiously large chest. More importantly, there is something incredibly freeing about sharing that info and not having it impact her opinion of me one damn bit.
Are you secretive about your weight? Or do you always under-report it by 5 pounds? Talk to me.
Much love,
The Sheriff
PS--Follow FF on Facebook and Twitter!
Friday, September 21, 2012
friday links
Mitt Romney actually hates your guts.
This is Obama's response to the Romney comments. Cheesy but gives me nice feelings inside anyway.
SEX ED MATTERS AND HERE'S WHY (totally worthy of all caps).
Weekly feminist GIF.
Oh, Pennsylvania: we are about to execute a guy who killed his sexual abuser.
Female soldiers to get their own body armor. Finally.
Much love,
The Sheriff
This is Obama's response to the Romney comments. Cheesy but gives me nice feelings inside anyway.
SEX ED MATTERS AND HERE'S WHY (totally worthy of all caps).
Weekly feminist GIF.
Oh, Pennsylvania: we are about to execute a guy who killed his sexual abuser.
Female soldiers to get their own body armor. Finally.
Much love,
The Sheriff
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