When my parents were getting divorced many years ago, my mother recalled my great-grandmother asking her a very simple question: “When did...

I saw my first hairy vagina while walking alongside Chamblee-Dunwoody road with a friend when I was 10. Someone had evidently either...

There always comes that awkward moment in every budding romance when you have to give each others’ genitals a name. Not pet names, but...

Here’s the problem I love M, and she’s not enough for me.  I hold those two things at once notice the conjunction “and” not...

I received a perfect gift once – a dried beetle in a jar. R had found it on her windowsill where it had died, and it had dried out...