I have a Costco-sized box of condoms in our hall closet, opened, right up in front, with a handful removed so nobody’s counting or keeping track if any go missing. Easy access, no questions asked. Like mints, take one. Take two. Just take. I’d prefer these horny teenagers save it for someone who matters, someone who will love them inside and out, to their very core and soul, and not
Vaginas for dummies: when congress flunks human anatomy
Looks like Idaho Rep. Vito Barbieri might be in need of my most infamous mom services. In particular, my sex-talk, this is how it works, here is the science and biology of the birds and the bees and everything in between. Because Representative Barbieri asked at a public hearing about telemedicine and specifically how it affects women’s reproductive healthcare. He asked a Dr. Julie Madsen, who was testifying in support
When a word is not what it seems, and you gotta tell her
Way back when Kid1 was a itty bitty middle schooler, blow-jobs were the talk of (sub)urban (mom) tales. Everyone, it seemed, was either giving or getting blow-jobs. Everyone. (disclaimer: not rather attractive husband, for that I can vouch.) Mostly it was big gossip out and about at the middle school. Blow-jobs seemed epidemic, if you believed the moms in the grocery stores, and everyone was getting blow-jobs. Or at least everyone with