Friday, January 3, 2014
Masturbation.
Now that I have your attention, this post is about culture shock, my kid, delicious Mexican food and funny Spanish translations. Oh, and surfing. Just kidding. You wanna read about masturbation! I know you.
Warning: Sexual content.
I am on a quest to demystify sex so that it's not so... well, mystifying. So that women aren't responsible for generously doling it out and men aren't responsible for cluelessly hunting it. My dream is that everyone will know awesome sex; know how; when; with whom; why; and, most of all, that it's normal and healthy. So, just to spell it out: my intention is to be open, informative and entertaining; no more, no less. OK, let's start with the safest and, paradoxically, the most taboo of the vanilla sex: Solo!
Here's a fun song to warm up:
Faucet Song **Press the white arrow where it says "Play full track" (for my senior citizen readers).
In case you didn't catch them, here are the lyrics of the song...
"faucet" by the wyrd sisters
When I was in my last year of high school, I discovered the aforementioned erotic, aquatic trick that millions of girls and women know about but don't usually talk about. I thought I was the only one who knew about it. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong because I wasn't actually doing anything; just passively, "oops, how'd that happen... again?" You know? Oddly, I was already sexually active with my boyfriend, but this was different. Not only was it questionable on my conscience, but logistically, it was tricky, too, because the bathroom had 2 doors and only one locked. It was so nerve-wracking worrying about someone walking in. There wasn't a lot of privacy in a household of 6. I don't think I ever got caught, but I'm not sure. There was something "clean" about it that made it ok... maybe a poetic or religious thing? Someone else in my life was simultaneously experimenting with an electric nail file (removable sandpaper!), but I didn't know that until years later.
Just as an aside here, I accidentally discovered female ejaculation when I was 16. I didn't know what it was. Neither did my boyfriend and he didn't mention it the first couple of times it happened. Then one time he referred to it as "peeing the bed" at which point I realized it must have been wrong and stopped. It wasn't until years later that I found out that it was not only normal but was somewhat of a holy grail of women's sexual experiences and that only a few learn how to do it. Right up there with multiple and tantric. I have gathered a small but general consensus that female ejaculation is achieved by pushing out and pulling in your vaginal muscles and/or combined with g-spot/vaginal opening stimulation. For example, if the penetrating partner moves their body lower to get that sharper angle and shorter depth. From what I have observed, it's not at the same time as orgasm, but it probably could be. Either way it sure is sensational. There are real live examples in girl-on-girl porn sites, descriptively referred to as "squirting." Check some out. I won't put this link in. I have a line, believe it or not.
Back to self pleasuring. It wasn't until I was in university for the 2nd time that my lover asked me on the phone one night if I masturbated. I said no (the water thing didn't count, obviously) and he said "Why not?" I didn't know why not so we quickly got off the phone and then I got off. It's so strange that it was all such a big deal. Really, masturbation should be promoted and celebrated... particularly to pre-teens and teenagers, right? For me, it just seemed like it was so wrong. I don't know exactly where I got that because I don't remember anyone telling me, but it just seemed weird to touch my own body. I was raised Catholic and must have gotten the message subconsciously. I knew we weren't supposed to do anything... so I guess it all stemmed from that unnatural suppression of animal desires. After all, no one wants to go blind, right?
Boys seem to masturbate across the board. Sorry, bad visual. Actually, good visual... here's a scene from a sexy Mexican movie called Y Tu Mamá Tambien (And Your Mother, Too) that illustrates my metaphor literally.
Warning: Sexual content.
I am on a quest to demystify sex so that it's not so... well, mystifying. So that women aren't responsible for generously doling it out and men aren't responsible for cluelessly hunting it. My dream is that everyone will know awesome sex; know how; when; with whom; why; and, most of all, that it's normal and healthy. So, just to spell it out: my intention is to be open, informative and entertaining; no more, no less. OK, let's start with the safest and, paradoxically, the most taboo of the vanilla sex: Solo!
Here's a fun song to warm up:
Faucet Song **Press the white arrow where it says "Play full track" (for my senior citizen readers).
"faucet" by the wyrd sisters
my sexual preference is my bath tub faucet
you might say that I'm in a water closet
my tank is too small and my water bill is high
but my faucet and I get happily by
faucet and I
bye bye bye
I'm a hydrasexual...
Well I know people who play with their food
but I haven't met an eggplant that puts me in the mood
a faucet can't take your heart and run
after all it's just good clean fun
when it's all said and done
it's just fun fun fun
- check out the taps on that one!
Life with a faucet really is a breeze
you won't get pregnant or a strange disease
and if worse comes to worse and things go sour
don't worry baby there's your trusty shower
go with the flow
take me under...
I think I'm getting all wet...
my sexual preference is my bath tub faucet
you might say that I'm in a water closet
my tank is too small and my water bill is high
but my faucet and I get happily by
faucet and I
bye bye bye
throw out the vaseline and toss the KY
grab your shower cap and give it a try...
When I was in my last year of high school, I discovered the aforementioned erotic, aquatic trick that millions of girls and women know about but don't usually talk about. I thought I was the only one who knew about it. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong because I wasn't actually doing anything; just passively, "oops, how'd that happen... again?" You know? Oddly, I was already sexually active with my boyfriend, but this was different. Not only was it questionable on my conscience, but logistically, it was tricky, too, because the bathroom had 2 doors and only one locked. It was so nerve-wracking worrying about someone walking in. There wasn't a lot of privacy in a household of 6. I don't think I ever got caught, but I'm not sure. There was something "clean" about it that made it ok... maybe a poetic or religious thing? Someone else in my life was simultaneously experimenting with an electric nail file (removable sandpaper!), but I didn't know that until years later.
Just as an aside here, I accidentally discovered female ejaculation when I was 16. I didn't know what it was. Neither did my boyfriend and he didn't mention it the first couple of times it happened. Then one time he referred to it as "peeing the bed" at which point I realized it must have been wrong and stopped. It wasn't until years later that I found out that it was not only normal but was somewhat of a holy grail of women's sexual experiences and that only a few learn how to do it. Right up there with multiple and tantric. I have gathered a small but general consensus that female ejaculation is achieved by pushing out and pulling in your vaginal muscles and/or combined with g-spot/vaginal opening stimulation. For example, if the penetrating partner moves their body lower to get that sharper angle and shorter depth. From what I have observed, it's not at the same time as orgasm, but it probably could be. Either way it sure is sensational. There are real live examples in girl-on-girl porn sites, descriptively referred to as "squirting." Check some out. I won't put this link in. I have a line, believe it or not.
Back to self pleasuring. It wasn't until I was in university for the 2nd time that my lover asked me on the phone one night if I masturbated. I said no (the water thing didn't count, obviously) and he said "Why not?" I didn't know why not so we quickly got off the phone and then I got off. It's so strange that it was all such a big deal. Really, masturbation should be promoted and celebrated... particularly to pre-teens and teenagers, right? For me, it just seemed like it was so wrong. I don't know exactly where I got that because I don't remember anyone telling me, but it just seemed weird to touch my own body. I was raised Catholic and must have gotten the message subconsciously. I knew we weren't supposed to do anything... so I guess it all stemmed from that unnatural suppression of animal desires. After all, no one wants to go blind, right?
Boys seem to masturbate across the board. Sorry, bad visual. Actually, good visual... here's a scene from a sexy Mexican movie called Y Tu Mamá Tambien (And Your Mother, Too) that illustrates my metaphor literally.
They are saying the names of women they know, ending with his cousin, the other star of the movie. The title of this clip, "Chaqueta," is Mexican Spanish for "jerk off" but literally means "jacket." Right after this clip ends, you see the little swimmers falling into the water. It's pretty funny! Here
is a link to stream the whole movie. It's got a lot of f-bombs and nudity but I highly recommend it if you are ok with that.
Where was I? Boys seem to masturbate across the board. tee hee. But girls? Some or lots do, but certainly not all do. I don't even think all women do but I'm pretty sure "all" men do. Wouldn't it be great if we all learned how to masturbate and please ourselves so that when we finally took a lover, we would know what to do and how to meet our partners in the game?
Wouldn't it be nice if everyone were sexually nurtured and didn't end up in the subways flashing and wanking to freak people out? And much, much worse?
I was at a comedy show and the female comedian says "Who all has desperately searched all over the house for something to use for penetration?" OMG, my sister and I were killing ourselves laughing! If you don't have your tickle trunk stocked, it can be a struggle. The easiest solution is always phallic shaped fruits and vegetables. Affordable and edible. I recommend condoms on anything and everything you put in your orifices! My Hubby gets really mad whenever I make the cucumber joke when he's out of town. Sorry, Honey; nothing compares to you. Really!
When I was in college the third time, I took all kinds of fun stuff like Spanish, Canadian Studies and Women's Studies. In the latter, we got to do a group project on any topic. 5 women and I chose "Orgasm" as our topic. It was great having the whole gamut of lesbian-multi-orgasmic woman to rape-survivor-pre-orgasmic woman and everyone in between. We had so much fun and tears and learned a lot about really interesting things. In our presentation, we used Barbie dolls for demonstrations and had all kinds of toys and tools that we used alone for fun. My dear friend picked up my toy and said "One of us even uses THIS to masturbate" and then looked right at me. She's so discreet. Oddly, it was a white ceramic door hook, like for a bathrobe. I dunno?!? It mustn't have been deemed necessary to pick up the double-ended dill and "not" look at the token lesbian.
Once upon a time, I was having trouble staying awake driving alone at night. It was something that I struggled with over a dangerously long period of time. I have no idea what possessed me one night, but I thought it might help to play with myself. Surprisingly, it was not only pretty easy to do but it was very invigorating. It wasn't that difficult to stay on the road, it took a lot longer than it would under normal circumstances, enhancing the experience, and it worked like a charm for getting through the dozy phases. The time I remember most was on the road to Tofino, BC one night. Try it some time if the need arises. I don't have a clue if it would work for men as organisms seem to have the opposite effect on the opposite sex. Anyone?
When I was pregnant, I was obsessed with and terrified of tearing my vagina. My sister told me that it's only skin and is meant to tear. She was right, of course, but before the fact, I just couldn't get my brain around anything past the birth and the tearing. In Vancouver, hundreds of years earlier, I had heard about a live sex show in which a woman sat on a pylon. I mean, she sat her vagina on the pylon and it went inside of her to some unknown extent. I was really horny when I was pregnant and my hubby was worried that he would hurt the baby, so I was all about the auto-eroticism. I also thought that it would probably be useful to do some vagina training to try to stretch out my vagina a bit before going for the cantaloupe-sized baby head. Besides, Alice Walker wrote about the woman who had an orgasm as she was giving birth in "Possessing the Secret of Joy." It was interesting, practicing. Pleasure and pain. But it worked, I had an 8lb (3.5kg) baby and no tearing. I don't think I recommend this, though. He was 3 weeks early and I don't know if it was my fault. Don't try this at home.
Orgasmic birthing:
Where was I? Boys seem to masturbate across the board. tee hee. But girls? Some or lots do, but certainly not all do. I don't even think all women do but I'm pretty sure "all" men do. Wouldn't it be great if we all learned how to masturbate and please ourselves so that when we finally took a lover, we would know what to do and how to meet our partners in the game?
Wouldn't it be nice if everyone were sexually nurtured and didn't end up in the subways flashing and wanking to freak people out? And much, much worse?
I was at a comedy show and the female comedian says "Who all has desperately searched all over the house for something to use for penetration?" OMG, my sister and I were killing ourselves laughing! If you don't have your tickle trunk stocked, it can be a struggle. The easiest solution is always phallic shaped fruits and vegetables. Affordable and edible. I recommend condoms on anything and everything you put in your orifices! My Hubby gets really mad whenever I make the cucumber joke when he's out of town. Sorry, Honey; nothing compares to you. Really!
When I was in college the third time, I took all kinds of fun stuff like Spanish, Canadian Studies and Women's Studies. In the latter, we got to do a group project on any topic. 5 women and I chose "Orgasm" as our topic. It was great having the whole gamut of lesbian-multi-orgasmic woman to rape-survivor-pre-orgasmic woman and everyone in between. We had so much fun and tears and learned a lot about really interesting things. In our presentation, we used Barbie dolls for demonstrations and had all kinds of toys and tools that we used alone for fun. My dear friend picked up my toy and said "One of us even uses THIS to masturbate" and then looked right at me. She's so discreet. Oddly, it was a white ceramic door hook, like for a bathrobe. I dunno?!? It mustn't have been deemed necessary to pick up the double-ended dill and "not" look at the token lesbian.
Once upon a time, I was having trouble staying awake driving alone at night. It was something that I struggled with over a dangerously long period of time. I have no idea what possessed me one night, but I thought it might help to play with myself. Surprisingly, it was not only pretty easy to do but it was very invigorating. It wasn't that difficult to stay on the road, it took a lot longer than it would under normal circumstances, enhancing the experience, and it worked like a charm for getting through the dozy phases. The time I remember most was on the road to Tofino, BC one night. Try it some time if the need arises. I don't have a clue if it would work for men as organisms seem to have the opposite effect on the opposite sex. Anyone?
When I was pregnant, I was obsessed with and terrified of tearing my vagina. My sister told me that it's only skin and is meant to tear. She was right, of course, but before the fact, I just couldn't get my brain around anything past the birth and the tearing. In Vancouver, hundreds of years earlier, I had heard about a live sex show in which a woman sat on a pylon. I mean, she sat her vagina on the pylon and it went inside of her to some unknown extent. I was really horny when I was pregnant and my hubby was worried that he would hurt the baby, so I was all about the auto-eroticism. I also thought that it would probably be useful to do some vagina training to try to stretch out my vagina a bit before going for the cantaloupe-sized baby head. Besides, Alice Walker wrote about the woman who had an orgasm as she was giving birth in "Possessing the Secret of Joy." It was interesting, practicing. Pleasure and pain. But it worked, I had an 8lb (3.5kg) baby and no tearing. I don't think I recommend this, though. He was 3 weeks early and I don't know if it was my fault. Don't try this at home.
Orgasmic birthing:
“I had the most sought-after midwife in France – my competent and funny aunt Marie-Therese, whose radical idea it was that childbirth above all should feel sexy. I listened to nothing but gospel music during my pregnancy, a music quite new to me, and to France, and “It’s a High Way to Heaven” (“…nothing can walk up there, but the pure in heart…”) was playing on the stereo during the birth; the warmth of the singers’ voices a perfect accompaniment to the lively fire in the fireplace. My vulva oiled and massaged to keep my hips open and my vagina fluid, I was orgasmic at the end. Petit Pierre practically slid into the world at the height of my amazement, smiling serenely even before he opened his eyes.” - Alice Walker, Possessing the Secret of Joy
Amaze-balls.
When we left Canada, I didn't think it was wise to drive 6700km across 2 international borders with my "The Rabbit; as seen on Sex and the City." So I gave it away to a close friend. I forgot to ask if she ever got into it. I must follow up. Maybe I'll get it back if it's not being used :)
It probably sounds like I am a woman obsessed. Don't get me wrong, I'm not givin' 'er every day and every night. Although I have met some wonderful folks who do. And at brief times in my life, I have done. Now, for me, it's nice to have "alone time" every now and then but usually my Hubby covers all my bases. What I am mostly concerned about is that everyone is down with the sexual soliloquy. That it's fun and healthy. That you can go anywhere through fantasy to pure physical and everywhere in between. That we recognize that it's the safest sexual place to go - particularly for the very young and very curious! Be free. I think that plentiful, real information is so much more useful than people getting twisted and confused "information" from whomever it happens to be. Particularly for our young teen children.
To wrap it up on a fun note; don't we ladies need to start using some of our own words for wanking? I found this awesome list that just killed me. My favourites are:
Random Robin Williams clip:
Notice how much more the women are laughing than the men? It's because it totally looks like that... well, it did before Brazilians were in.
Peace out. Jerk off. Write me some feedback.
When we left Canada, I didn't think it was wise to drive 6700km across 2 international borders with my "The Rabbit; as seen on Sex and the City." So I gave it away to a close friend. I forgot to ask if she ever got into it. I must follow up. Maybe I'll get it back if it's not being used :)
It probably sounds like I am a woman obsessed. Don't get me wrong, I'm not givin' 'er every day and every night. Although I have met some wonderful folks who do. And at brief times in my life, I have done. Now, for me, it's nice to have "alone time" every now and then but usually my Hubby covers all my bases. What I am mostly concerned about is that everyone is down with the sexual soliloquy. That it's fun and healthy. That you can go anywhere through fantasy to pure physical and everywhere in between. That we recognize that it's the safest sexual place to go - particularly for the very young and very curious! Be free. I think that plentiful, real information is so much more useful than people getting twisted and confused "information" from whomever it happens to be. Particularly for our young teen children.
To wrap it up on a fun note; don't we ladies need to start using some of our own words for wanking? I found this awesome list that just killed me. My favourites are:
- giving a noogie to your monkey
- one-handed bridge
- shuck the oyster
- sinking the vibrating sub
- stroking the nether-beard
- tickling the taco
Random Robin Williams clip:
Notice how much more the women are laughing than the men? It's because it totally looks like that... well, it did before Brazilians were in.
Peace out. Jerk off. Write me some feedback.
vocalize
rape culture is a problem. the problem doesn't begin at the rape itself, it's the communication. let me explain with stories.
you're 16 and "still" a virgin. there's this cute guy at the dance. you start to dance and kiss. he knows a private place to go. you're not sure you want to, but you are curious and you go. besides, all your friends are doing it. you start making out again and at the moment of truth, he hurts you because it's probably his first time too and he has no idea what he's doing. that would be a perfect time to stop as it's miserable, but it's too late now, right? so a couple of minutes later, it's over and you have completed your task of "losing your virginity". Good, right? Not so much. PS my girlfriend who simultaneously went with a boy to another room was having the same experience and totally pulled the plug!
Even as a grown woman, I didn't feel like it would be embraced, or necessarily tolerated, if I changed my mind. Or if I wanted to make out, see how it was going and then decide from there. Everyone knows that once you get a guy going, your opportunity for changing your mind becomes less available. One time, I got called all kinds of nasty names, in my own apartment, for repeatedly asking a guy to slow down and grab for other things besides the cupcake. Thankfully, he left swearing rather than hurting me, but I was scared.
One time I was making out with a friend and I wanted to move forward but I couldn't tell if she wanted me to or not. If I did "this" she would make sounds but if I did "that" she was silent. Why didn't I just ask her "Can I?" or simply "What do you want?"? And why didn't she feel like she could give me a green light or a red light? Nothing happened and I think that's what she wanted but I don't know to this day, 20 years later. On the up side, I chose to err on the side of caution.
I once dated a guy from Quebec, the French part of Canada. He told me that his family talked about sex at the dinner table when he was a kid. His aunts would joke about oral sex, for example, and everyone would laugh. Ha ha ha. Normal. Why are we, of British descent (and many other cultural groups), so prudish?
All of these stories are from the 80's and 90's, and I didn't have a long-standing rapport with most of them. I.e. the better you know the person, the better the chance that you feel comfortable talking about anything. Furthermore, sexual experiences with people you just met are quite common and certainly valid and worth talking about. I don't know what the scene is like now, but my point is that it's nothing new for people to feel like they can't speak about sex.
All the anti-rape campaigns are focused on stopping rape and opening a dialogue about NOT proceeding with unwanted sexual contact. My suggestion is that we have a normal dialogue about WANTED sexual contact. Empower EVERYONE to talk freely about what good sex looks and feels like so that there is no confusion, powerless silences and, ultimately, rape-y contact.
By the time I got to my mid-twenties, I had learned through trial and error how to say exactly what I thought. This is when you learn to drop the line: "You know, I'm probably not going to sleep with you tonight." So you are making a back-door for yourself on the way in. But this leaves the guy walking on eggshells, hoping that he can "convince" you and that you won't pull the plug at any second. And the main reason why we pull the plug after things have heated up? MEN USUALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO HAVE SEX PROPERLY!!! That's often why we change our minds. If men, particularly young men and teenagers, were taught how to listen for the right cues, what to do (and NOT do), where to touch (and NOT touch).... and HOW.... then we wouldn't have so much confusion and rape. Particularly since so much is committed by known men. If a man knew that a woman who wants to have sex with him can quickly be turned into a woman who doesn't want to have sex with him, he could behave differently. If a man knew that a big reason a woman changes her mind is because he's not listening, he could learn to listen. Furthermore, because there is so much taboo around sex, we end up with all these sick and twisted notions stemming from repression.
I'm not saying we should teach teenagers to have sex, although they obviously do anyway. I don't think teenagers are ready for sex, particularly since I was one who wasn't. I think we should teach young people that sex is a normal part of adult life, that we can talk about with anyone we trust. I think we should teach children and adults that talking about sex is good. I think that if we know how to talk about sex from a young age, that when the moment arises (all too soon for us parents), then we can trust that our children will know how to say that they are not ready to advance, to ask if it's ok to do this or that, that they are not enjoying themselves, that they ARE enjoying themselves, to ask if the other person is enjoying them-self, that they want to wait until they are ready, that they insist on condom usage, that they want to but it has to feel good/right/comfortable, that they have birth control, that they don't have HIV (or do), that they are scared of X, Y, Z, that they are having trouble controlling themselves but they will because they know that it's difficult because someone told them before. See where I am going? If everyone can talk about GOOD sex, then it will be common knowledge and in the absence of good, consensual, enthusiastic sex is BAD sex which is not acceptable.
I think rape culture is EVERYONE'S fault for only talking about sex in whispers and giggles in adult conversation. Would we send soldiers in to battle without weapons? Would we give a kid a car with no license or training? Would we send them to college with no education or books? Then why in the world do we let them roll into puberty with pulsating vaginas and bulging boners with some crappy pamphlet about abstinence and/or condoms? With music videos, virtual porno aka video games, tv and advertising all sex all the time, they don't stand a chance.... of getting laid, having good sex or of NOT coming into contact with some kind of rape.
I don't know what exactly to say to our children or how to say it, but it can't be any worse than it is now. We have to give them a context for all of the sex input they are receiving. They are getting sexual messages and stimulation from everywhere without a healthy balance of actual information and education that comes from parents and other trusted adults. The last thing I wanted to talk to my parents about was sex. And that's the problem. They should have been the first (or at least second) ones that I went to with my questions. I think it's a matter of more openness and communication.
One advocate I was reading lately is promoting "an enthusiastic yes" rather than the previous "no means no." The problem with this excellent idea is that I know what an enthusiastic yes looks like and you know what it looks like, but how in the world does a teen or young adult know? All they have seen is Hollywood sex where a man and a woman start fucking and the woman has an orgasm in 20 seconds. I once met a 23-year-old man that didn't know that women actually had a physical release that is different than the rest of the action aka 'orgasm'. Whaaaaaaaaat?!?
The point is; love the idea of the "enthusiastic yes" with the caveat that we are prepared to explain to both sexes the details of what that looks like and, presumably, how to achieve it at some point... probably starting with solo???
One advocate I was reading lately is promoting "an enthusiastic yes" rather than the previous "no means no." The problem with this excellent idea is that I know what an enthusiastic yes looks like and you know what it looks like, but how in the world does a teen or young adult know? All they have seen is Hollywood sex where a man and a woman start fucking and the woman has an orgasm in 20 seconds. I once met a 23-year-old man that didn't know that women actually had a physical release that is different than the rest of the action aka 'orgasm'. Whaaaaaaaaat?!?
The point is; love the idea of the "enthusiastic yes" with the caveat that we are prepared to explain to both sexes the details of what that looks like and, presumably, how to achieve it at some point... probably starting with solo???
Anyway... all I know for sure is that if it's possible that teenage boys don't know that it's a criminal offence to touch someone who is unconscious (as demonstrated by their posting it on the internet), it is a crime of society. This is my fault and your fault. Let's start talking about normal, good, healthy sexual contact. And let's stop being so fucking proper. Everyone needs to know that puberty, menopause, childbirth, breastfeeding, miscarriages, post-partum depression, fetishes, wet dreams, multiple orgasms, non-orgasmic people, gay sex, female ejaculation and much, much more are out there and are some kind of "normal." The lack of dialogue is killing our girls' souls. And, though no one seems to talk about it, our boys', too.
Did you know that 12- and 13-year-old girls (and younger?) are having anal and oral sex because they think it "doesn't count" and that you still have your virginity? You should know and you should be scared and angry. Example of a blog post from 2005.
[Don't even get me started that this Canadian government professional said this below about our children!!!]
One concerned sexual mom of a 7-yr old boy.
Did you know that 12- and 13-year-old girls (and younger?) are having anal and oral sex because they think it "doesn't count" and that you still have your virginity? You should know and you should be scared and angry. Example of a blog post from 2005.
[Don't even get me started that this Canadian government professional said this below about our children!!!]
“It used to be that only the really slutty girls [emphasis mine]— and there was one in each class — would do this,” says Eric King, a senior social worker at the Hincks-Dellcrest Centre, a government-funded children’s mental health care facility in Toronto.
Talk about "rape culture".
One concerned sexual mom of a 7-yr old boy.
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