Pretty much anything and anyone can be cute. That’s why I use the word to describe almost everything. And that’s why I have no trouble telling you that I’m super cute and I know it. But not sexy. Sexy is harder to own.
I am not someone that would ever be described as “sexy.” “Funny,” yes. “Witty,” on a good day. Never “sexy.” Hearing your husky voice whispering “Damn, you’re so sexy…” as your lips trailed their way from my earlobes to my collarbone had an almost immediate, but surprising effect on me.
Seduced by my best girlfriend during a not-so-innocent high school study session.
It was just a matter of time before we took the technology we have at our fingertips and made it all about sex. I mean, we’re horny, sexual beings, so why wouldn’t we?
It’s the age of internet activism and everybody is at each other’s throats.
All too often, I see women anchored down by what I refer to as “Good Girl Syndrome.”
Men are very attracted to feminine women who are comfortable with their sexuality and know how to express it.
I’m more than a lapsed, Netflix-watching, pour-over coffee drinking Lutheran. Or am I?
You know how like, every week on the Internet some curvy person writes a defense of being curvy and then some slender girl writes about how that defense of being curvy was really just an excuse to slam skinnies and…
Whenever someone winks at me in a social situation, my first reaction is not ;-) or :-* but instead: “what do they want from me?”