Friday, 17th April, 2015
My previous ranty post has generated some robust discussion on the issue of whether Melbourne International Comedy Festival can be held in any way accountable for including Jim Jefferies' misogynist show on their bill.
I'm proud, but not so proud that I can't admit I am wrong or erred in my thinking. Now that the righteous rage has settled, I'll concede I made a couple of errors. Nonetheless, I stand by my point - no excuse for violence.
Wednesday, 15th April, 2015
Never let it be said I don’t know my place. By my sheer misfortune of being born with a vagina, I know I should just shut the hell up and not post this hysterical, bitchy rant about Jim Jefferies and the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. I should just take Jefferies misogynist jokes on the chin – like a nice submissive Eve.
But fuck you, Jim Jefferies and MICF. I’m not Eve, and you just started a fight you won’t win.
Tuesday, 25th November, 2014
Connectedness is the solution to all forms of cruelty. In the aftermath of recent news in Australia of the discovery of an abandoned baby and the subsequent crucifying of his mother for the cruelty of the act, I’ve been feeling heart heavy and reflective.
Tuesday, 8th October, 2013
I had my first birds and bees conversation with my nine year old last night, with hilarious results. How did you first find out about sex?
Wednesday, 25th September, 2013
As an erotic fiction writer, research can lead to some unexpected surprises. In erotic fiction, as in real estate, it's all about position.
Wednesday, 31st July, 2013
You’d think after forty (ahem) years on this earth I’d know pretty much all there is to know about my own body, right? Wrong. As an avid reader of sacred sexual texts like Tantra, Taoism and Karma Sutra, I thought I was pretty up (or down) with the multitudinous and fascinating functions of my lady bits.
Thursday, 25th July, 2013
Why do we have sex? Because we want to satisfy our longing for our object of desire? Because we’re in lurv? Because we want to feel good? Ultimately, is it because we want to experience orgasm?
Wednesday, 10th July, 2013
It never ceases to amaze me how much we allow our beliefs to limit our experience. And this is never truer when it comes to sex.
Wednesday, 22nd May, 2013
While I’m on questions I consistently get asked (see Virginity and other disappointments), there is another fairly personal In the bedroom question that keeps raising its nosey head. It’s a question that no one would dare ask under usual circumstances (unless they were a very close friend or really drunk or both).
Friday, 10th May, 2013
Imagine this. You are talking to someone who is an acquaintance and, after listening to a short synopsis about your new book, they lean in close to your ear and whisper – ‘So, is that how you lost your virginity?’
Friday, 19th April, 2013
I found this a tough and compelling read, and I'm still grappling with mixed feelings about it. Not Your Ordinary Housewife is a gruelling, and funny, and shocking, and, at its heart, a tragic love story. Nikki was once one of Australia's foremost porn queen's, loved and revered by thousands of men who wrote her intimate letters, swooned over her raunchy photos and videos, and masturbated endlessly to the fragrance of her used underwear.
Monday, 15th April, 2013
There must be something wrong with me. I don’t go squeamish when I hear the word ‘vagina’. Or any of the other anatomical references to female genitalia (vulva, labia, clitoris etc etc). Nor do I feel in any way shocked or offended when the words penis, testes or glans fall into a conversation (in context). But apparently I am an exception.
Friday, 15th February, 2013
So Valentines day is over. Did you survive it? Are you suffering from a 'love hangover' - you know, too many chocolates and kisses? Or was it just another day to remind you that hearts and flowers are for schmaltzy cards and not real life?
Wednesday, 13th February, 2013
Since I hit the big '40' I've avoided any references to my age. When asked I simply reply 'I'm on the wrong side of 40.' It gets a laugh and stops any further enquiries dead in their tracks. Why? Because I liked being young. Youth made me feel desirable and fit and ready for romance whenever it came along. As age has crept up on me I've tried to hold on to that carefree sexual confidence that came with being twenty something and stubbornly refused to look (or, some would argue, act) my age.
Thursday, 10th January, 2013
There are many great G's in life. 'The G' - a fond reference to the famous Melbourne Cricket Ground - and the G-spot - another fond reference to a highly sought after (and some would say imaginary) party spot in a woman's body - but today I want to celebrate a not so talked about G - the humble G-string.
Thursday, 20th December, 2012
I’m so tired of the Christmas clichés, aren’t you? In reality, for many, December is damned stressful, brimming with high expectations, exhaustion and disappointment. The festive season is supposed to be about pleasure, but we’re often so worried about getting it right or making sure we meet everyone’s needs, we forget to really enjoy it.
Thursday, 22nd November, 2012
Thanks to Twitter I learned something pretty interesting about the pleasure potential in my body the other day. Now don’t get any ideas, this doesn’t involve dirty pictures and loose-topped pants!