the end was just the beginning
Way back in 1973, a woman called Nancy Friday wrote a book called My Secret Garden: Women's Sexual Fantasies. It created quite a stir with its revelations about feminine arousal. When I was 13, I found a copy in a bookcase at a relative's house and was ... transfixed ... But this blog post isn't... Continue Reading →
There was an unexpected budget blow-out in the Household yesterday. I spent a whopping $328 on groceries (ditching carbs isn't cheap, there's a reason students survive on 2-minute noodles and baked beans on toast), bought two XL tops on sale at Witchery (to go with my XL jeans from Kmart) and purchased a few tubs... Continue Reading →
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