First, BUY MY BOOK. Er, Story. Y’all don’t know how long I’ve been dying to be the one to say that. If I had a dollar, for all the Tweets and blog posts and FB ads I’ve read… But let’s turn the page on that, shall we? My short story, The Dog Days of Summer, will be…
The nipple on that breast is now thicker than the other. Will these conditions change? Maybe, and maybe not. It is entirely possible that this is as good as it will get.
When it comes to rape myths, that battle is already won, or almost won, at least in SoCal. As I walked around downtown LA with my “No Shaming This Slut” Slutwalk sign, people asked about it, and everyone nodded their heads in agreement, that of course no one deserves to be raped because of what they are wearing. (There may be a few troglodytes who still feel differently, but they are also the tinfoil hat kind who believe we faked the Moon landing, so, whatevs.)
I know, on paper, that cuddles are good for us – for the immune system, for the oxytocin high, for pain relief, and many other healthy things. But… cuddling with a stranger, or people with whom I’m barely acquainted, but not normally that intimate? Have to admit, it kind of squicked me out.