[NOTE - this post is a little longer than usual but only becuase I was given so much to think about by some very cool people.] I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis lately. (No, I’m not.) Yes, I am. It’s not easy, you see. I try — and try very hard — to be “authentic Stasha” [...]
Archive for the ‘Sex’ Category
Who, me?! (Yes… me.)
Posted in Family, Friendship, Happiness, Liberty, Life, Sex, Uncategorized, tagged anonymity, Happiness, honesty, integrity, Life on November 22, 2009 | 13 Comments »
You’ve come a long way, baby…..
Posted in Body image, Happiness, Life, Marriage, Sex, Uncategorized, Weight, tagged Fat, weight loss success on October 3, 2009 | 7 Comments »
So I’m standing around the Maitland Art Center chatting with one of the fabulous artists, whose new show, Confluence, I’m thoroughly enjoying, when a woman approached us. “Excuse me. I’m Jane Patteson with the Orlando Sentinel and I have a fashion column. I couldn’t help noticing how stylish you are and would like to take a [...]
Compersion: Love, love, love…
Posted in Friendship, Happiness, Life, Marriage, Sex, Uncategorized, Weight, tagged acceptance, Compersion, Happiness, joy, love of others, love of self, parental approval, romantic love, search for happiness on September 15, 2009 | 10 Comments »
Most of you are well aware that I am, in fact, a word nerd. I like the way words sound. I like to understand their meaning. “Semantic” arguments are worth having. Understanding yourself and the world a little better is a result of studying words. So I was pleased and delighted to come across a word [...]
In this corner, deception and denial…
Posted in Family, Happiness, Liberty, Life, Marriage, Sex, Uncategorized, tagged Family, Happiness, Life, Marriage on April 5, 2009 | 2 Comments »
“If I ever walked into a room and saw someone fucking my wife, I’d kill ‘im,” the host said emphatically. At first blush, the bold statement appears at once bizarre and obvious. What husband wouldn’t want to kill a man he witnessed in intimate congress with his spouse, but what on earth would compel him to say so at a suburban supper [...]