I lost my virginity at age 15, in a double wide trailer. I remember his abs glowing under the black-light and the mood music–a Ginuwine album on repeat. I had snuck out on a snowy school night, holding my shoes in my hand. I felt sort of frozen and surreal, somehow knowing this was the night, and barely noticing the fact that I was just wearing wet socks in his car.
There isn’t much to describing first time sex. I felt more like I was watching myself from above than experiencing it, thinking Oh my god, this is sex! or Just move your hips with Ginuwine. Afterward, naked and side by side, I stared into his eyes, my heart feeling huge. My virginity had become a burden that past year and this was, surely, a turning point in my life. He suddenly locked eyes with mine and opened his mouth. I wanted to remember every second of this moment.
Does Wendy Williams, host of GSN’s new show, “Love Triangle,” believe in love at first sight? Not quite, but she does believe in love after first conversation. Dude, story of my life. I have seriously said, more times than I can count, “Oh my god, I think I love him!” after having one lengthy and deep conversation with a dude. Most recently, my boyfriend, and thankfully that hasn’t fizzled — but so many others did the minute I realized that one lengthy, deep conversation was all that homeboy had to offer. Sigh. Anyway, don’t forget to watch “Love Triangle” weeknights at 7:00 p.m. EST /6:00 p.m. CST on the Game Show Network. [“Love It Or Leave It"] Keep reading »
I know it’s poor form to crucify one person for more than one stupid statement per interview, but here goes. Now, that we’ve expressed our anger over the Will.i.am condom comment in Elle, I would like to address his musings on baby wipes.
[My pet peeve is if a woman's] got only dry toilet paper and no baby wipes next to the toilet … Here’s proof on why people should have baby wipes. Get some chocolate, wipe it on a wooden floor, and then try to get it up with some dry towels. You’re going to get chocolate in the cracks. That’s why you gotta get them baby wipes.
This morning, instead of brewing my own coffee as I normally do, I decided to go out and get a cup. I felt like taking a walk and clearing my head. At 7:45 a.m., still half-asleep, I made the executive decision to go out in mismatched clothing, my hair unbrushed, and last night’s mascara still on. Not to snark on myself, but I wasn’t looking my best. I ordered my coffee and the cute guy behind the counter was starting at me. I looked away as I was sure he was horrified by my raccoon eye. I became self conscious. But then he said something that surprised me. Keep reading »
I’ve never been a big fan of Mother’s Day. It’s not the commercialization that fuels my dislike, though — it’s that for 14 years, I haven’t had a mother to celebrate.
On September 20th, 1996, my mother’s 36th birthday, she died. Four years earlier, she had been diagnosed with breast cancer. In the intervening time, she endured hours of chemotherapy and radiation, the loss of her hair to the chemo and a breast to mastectomy, a surgery to reconstruct her missing breast, a bone marrow transplant, and countless days away from her family in the hospital. All this while raising three children and making sure that “cancer” was never, ever a dirty word in our house. Keep reading »