Have you ever been in love? I have. It’s fun! People ask, “Have you ever been in love?” and you get to say, “Yes. Yes I have.” There’s other good stuff, too, but I don’t have to explain that to you. You’ve seen the terrible movies and heard the awful songs.
I’ve been in love. I’ve been married. I’m getting divorced, and I’ve learned a few things I can share with you about the stupid things people do when they fall in love. And I first feel comfortable doing it because of something I recently heard Gene Wilder say. Read more on Cracked…
It’s normal to get pangs of jealousy when your partner talks about his “really awesome” coworker, maybe to the point of stalking her just a little bit on Facebook, but it’s not normal to make him take a lie detector test EVERY DAY when he gets home from work to prove that he’s not schtupping her. This is what Debbi Woods does to her fiancé Steve Woods (she took his last name out of jealousy) and he doesn’t even have a job. Debbi blames her insane, delusional jealousy of her unemployed fiancé — who she met on Facebook – on a rare psychiatric condition called Othello Syndrome (named after the Shakespeare play where Othello murders his wife Desdemona after suspecting infidelity) and not the fact that she suffers from bipolar disorder, body dysmorphic disorder, that she’s been cheated on in the past or that when she first started dating Steve, he was seeing someone else secretly on the side. Keep reading »
I feel pretty good about my path toward a forever-partner. I dated a lot of guys, had numerous long- and longish-term relationships and a lot of premarital sex. I don’t believe that marriage is “the end” of your emotional or sexual growth as a woman, but I’m also glad I did everything I wanted to do as a single gal. That plan might not be right for everyone, but it was right for me. I’m happier than I’ve ever been and I have no regrets!
I knew that my husband was the right partner for me when we decided to get married. A particular joy of being newlyweds, though, is that I discover new reasons all the time. But there’s been another happy surprise, too. Settling into each other has also been hugely clarifying for me about men I’ve dated and even loved in the past. It’s almost like having a fresh pair of eyes to look at myself and mistakes I made. Truly, being with the right guy has taught me so many things in retrospect about the wrong ones.
Here are six bits of relationship wisdom that my married self would like to tell my single self (if she would able to read the Future Frisky and learn a few things):
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Yesterday, our very own Amelia wrote an article about her inability to orgasm from almost all of her sexual partners—with the exception of one. However, despite the fact that she’s frequently unable to reach the big “O” when partnered, she still finds sex satisfying.
But what if that partner were someone you wanted to marry? Could you tie the knot knowing he/she couldn’t get you off … and might never be able to? Keep reading »
In the back of my mind, I’ve always felt that if I wasn’t in my current profession, I would absolutely love to be a sex health educator.
I remember being that kid — the one whose parents gave her all sorts of illustrated books geared at children illustrating your body and all the “special changes” it went through. I dutifully pointed out these pictures to any friend that came over for a playdate, much to their surprise, disgust or delight.
When I was in high school, I was the regional community service leader of a Jewish youth group. In between organizing canned food drives and playground clean-ups, I instituted a workshop on safe sex, complete with an accompanying VHS of a “90210″ episode on condoms. Hey! It was the mid-’90s and we were all for everything and anything Beverly Hills. #DylanAndKelly4Ever.
When I was teaching high school, I would have students come up to me after receiving a sex ed lecture asking if I could help them make an appointment with a local clinic just to get checked out. Hearing that one in four sexually active women have HPV really seemed to sink in (this was before the vaccine was regularly available). Keep reading »
When it comes to giving oral sex, or as one of my friends calls it, sucky sucky, women seem to fall into two camps: LOVE IT or HATE IT. When gossiping about sex, I feel this overwhelming pressure to declare that I go hog wild for head or loathe it so much that I’ve taken it off the sexual menu with the exception of special occasions, like birthdays. (I’ve never understood that, by the way. Why would you give the gift of something you supposedly hate?) On the subject of blowjobs, there is a subtle urging to take sides. “Too much work!” or “Yummy! Cock!” As I sit there, feeling terribly neutral about the act, I can’t help but suspect that women have been conditioned to have strong, polarized feelings about giving head — or at least to play up their feelings for effect. Keep reading »
Yesterday at a Richardson High School assembly in Texas, students got some … interesting … relationship advice. Motivational speaker Justin Lookadoo — now appropriately deemed #LookADouche by the students — shared questionable “tips” such as telling students that “dateable girls know how to shut up.”
I’m sure that went over wonderfully with fragile 14-year-olds’ self-esteem. Keep reading »
We think it’s awfully cute that OKCupid couple, Clara Benson and Jeff Wilson, decided to go on a 21-day, seat-of-their pants European excursion after only 12 dates. And we’re a little shocked (but thrilled) that they decided to continue dating after the trip. Let’s be honest, the odds of that are like one in ten trillion. For most of us, the thought of traveling through eight countries, with no plans, only one outfit, sleeping in hostels and on couches, floors and park lawns, even with someone we’re way into is out of the question. That doesn’t mean we’re dating duds with no sense of adventure. It just means we want to find a middle ground between the cliche “adventurous” dates (why does every dating article want us to go rock climbing?) and the spur-of-the-moment European vacation. Here are some fresh ideas for over-the-top dates that won’t break the bank or ruin your relationship (hopefully)… Keep reading »
After a relationship ends, you prepare yourself for hard nights missing the other person. Your friends comfort you by telling you someone else out there is even better for you, and that happiness is just around the corner. But no one prepares you for the loss of the people who come with the breakup; the innocent bystanders left in the dust. What happens to them? Friendships end and family ties are severed, all with the understanding that it would make things easier. But does it?
Last night, my sister called to tell me that my ex-boyfriend’s mother passed away— a woman who I was very fond of and close to for the more than three years I dated her son, Pete.* Keep reading »
So there’s someone special in your life, and drat it all to hell, you are not someone special in their life. You are, in fact, a pretty mediocre type of someone, a flat grayish ordinary kind of blur in their life who is around and is inoffensive and that’s about it. You are, as the great thinkers of our age have dubbed it, in the “friend zone,” and would like nothing more than to get out of this horrible zone and have that special someone love you and sit on you. Read more on Cracked…