F*ck Me: A Memoir

  Earlier this week, I posted a story about being ghosted. However, after really thinking about it, discussing it by DM with a slew of my followers, and reading more research on the topic, I realized that the story I presented was not, in fact, one of ghosting. Yes, the gentleman in question "disappeared" after our third date, but we weren't in a relationship, we'd determined that we weren't interested in anything serious and, truth be told, after that last date I never reached out to him either (more on that situation in my upcoming sex and dating memoir ). So would I call it ghosting? Probably not.  That said, there are a lot of  interpretations  on this topic.  Personally, I think you can only be ghosted by a person with whom you're really involved. If you've only gone on a couple of dates and the person never returns your calls or you don't pursue seeing them further, that's not ghosting, that's just disinterest.  Another difference betwe...

I love sex. Love, lust, crave, need sex. If you know me in real life, if you’ve looked at my Instagram or Facebook pages, or if you’ve read my book , you know this about me. It’s no secret. And I’m not ashamed to talk about it. BUT… what may come as a surprise to some people is that I hate casual sex. Casual sex sounds great, right? Fun, exciting, no-strings attached, new… yeah, sounds awesome. But here’s the thing – put aside health and safety issues – there’s one major problem with it: It’s just not that good. Don’t get me wrong, it can hit the spot after a dry spell, or at the end of a night with a smoking hot date… but beyond the momentary gratification, there’s really not much to it. It’s a minor scratch to a great, big, itchy itch. And I’ll tell you why - it lacks these three essential components for a truly mind-blowing experience:           Deep desire           Absolute trust          ...