IN WHICH I CONSIDER THE BENEFITS OF BEING STRANDED.
Hair is sexual, plain and simple. When Delilah cut off Samson’s, he lost his power, a metaphor if there ever was one: what’s more sexually attractive, on either sex, than a nice head of hair?
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IN WHICH I EMPLOY A PRIVATE — MAKE THAT PRIVATES — DETECTIVE, OF SORTS, TO REVEAL THE SOURCE OF MY ISSUES.
Though I felt my current weight imbalance — like all previous episodes of blimpdom — had been conceived in that closed sexual chakra in childhood, I had never understood its exact genesis at a specific moment in time. READ MORE
IN WHICH I BEGIN THE TRANSFORMATION FROM SHOT TO HOT.
Now if there’s one thing my coyly unspecified number of years on this earth (alright, just between us, fifty-eight of the pesky things) have taught me, it’s the power of focus to attract what you want. READ MORE
I'm a gorgeous goddess of a certain age who transformed from shot to hot, a feminist playa refusing to go into the sunset without a Mojito in one hand and a hunka hunka burnin' love in the other! Because sixty IS the new forty or even thirty I will not be dying with my boots on, but with my Jimmy Choo stilettos, thank you very much. I, a sexually liberated woman, stand defiantly against ageism and sexism, adamantly asserting not only is it possible to maintain and even enhance our sexual allure as we ripen, we women have the same right as men to vibrant vitality and romance at any age.