When I published my second novel, Bought, I was anxious to promote it. The book was my attempt to fictionalize a lot of research I’d done for a magazine story about hookers and also a way to examine the lives of women who weren’t quite prostitutes because they didn’t, say, spread their legs for wads of cash but nevertheless allowed men to pay their bills. I was fascinated by the double standard that exists—the way women judge other women for pursuing such a lifestyle when nearly every female alive participates in this dynamic in some form or another.
It seemed, at first, a lucky break that my book release coincided with the economic crash of the late aughts, because women were turning to means of survival they hadn’t previously considered. Suddenly I started to hear about websites that actually connected these women with potential benefactors. So Bought got a lot of publicity, if not a lot of sales—who wants to buy books when they’re losing their jobs?—and in the process of promoting it, I came into contact with a number of these women. Keep reading »
It’s time to throw those ideas about crazy cat lady spinsters to the curb. The fact of the matter is that owning a pet—whether it’s a dog, cat, bunny or goldfish (okay, maybe not a goldfish)—is actually the best training ground that exists for a relationship with another human. Don’t believe me? Consider this:
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I saw “Reality Bites” at a seminal point in my life. I had recently graduated from college and simultaneously just realized that nothing in the world was the way I thought it was. The world was not, in fact, eagerly anticipating my arrival and waiting to hand me an array of opportunities. It was instead somewhat willing to offer me a chance to be an editorial assistant at a magazine I didn’t read for a rate just above the poverty level. Dashing men weren’t lining up to wine and dine me and teach me the ways of the ever-glamorous world I was joining. Instead, overgrown frat guys, who seemed roughly 2000 percent less fascinating now that I was no longer attending fraternity parties, were mildly interested in hanging out. Keep reading »
Happy National Pet Day! In honor of this momentous holiday, author Anna David — her Kindle single, Animal Attraction (about being a crazy cat lady), is a must-read — has penned this list of 20 reasons why sharing a bed with a cat is better than sharing it with a man.
1. No inappropriate confessions/dirty talk if they’ve had too much to drink.
2. No possibility their cell phones will ring and wake you up.
3. Bored senseless by Internet porn; thus not dying to give you the money shot. Keep reading »
Mining my life for sexual material wasn’t entirely new. I’d written, after all, about my sex life in various publications and even penned an extremely graphic novel chapter about a guy masturbating to a picture of a girl he liked and read it at Rachel Kramer Bussel’s now-defunct reading series, “In The Flesh.”
But that scene was funny more than it was dirty. Besides, it wasn’t about me. Plus I’d abandoned that novel halfway through so it never saw the light of day.
In the books I’d published, I’d somehow avoided sex. My mother even commented at one point that the sex scenes in my books were more coitus interruptus than actual coitus. Keep reading »
When I decided to revamp my life according to the principles of Helen Gurley Brown’s Sex and the Single Girl in order to write my memoir Falling For Me, I not only committed to learning to cook, decorate, put myself together and tackle a whole bunch of new activities (ceramics, anyone?) but I also agreed to embrace at least a few of her ideas for meeting men. Keep reading »
After a few days — or even a few minutes — at the Adult Entertainment Expo, your brain begins to process things differently than it did previously. Breasts covered by clothing seem unusual, almost confusing. Loud moans emanate from adult movies on view at various booths and orgasm contests at others. Since this was my third year, I’m relatively unshockable. Which means that I was able to look past dildos as thick as forearms, girls grinding each other, and a bald man in a black suit who claimed to have equipment that dwarfed John Holmes to determine the best of what the world’s biggest sex convention had to offer. Keep reading »