Yikes, what a rich and bitter stew this one is. Maybe you guys can find some uh relief looking into Cosmo's Sex After 60 special issue. (Sponsored by K-y) xo
Couple of things: I keep recommending an out of print book by a Jungian psychologist called "The Middle Passage" and it describes the portal, though not just for women. If y'all can find it at a garage sale or something it's esoteric but worth the read.
On the lap-sitting -- I had read that Kieran Culkin somehow didn't even have a seat at a table when he showed up for this JV squad-planned banquet, so I figured Sunshine was on a lap not for PDA purposes but because she simply had no assigned chair!
I'm totally on The Middle Passage case — thanks for the rec!
And OMG...you're probably totally right. She probably didn't have a seat and therefore they just made the best of it by canoodling their way through it (there *was* a lot of canoodling). What does this say about me/us? Has our internalized misogyny manifested as judgement for lap-sitters the world over, or we are just jerks who weren't paying close enough attention/don't follow the right people on Twitter? Thanks for reading, Elise!
Yikes, what a rich and bitter stew this one is. Maybe you guys can find some uh relief looking into Cosmo's Sex After 60 special issue. (Sponsored by K-y) xo
I just wrapped up the excellent cover story from that very issue :)
Watch this space, as they say, for more! XO
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Couple of things: I keep recommending an out of print book by a Jungian psychologist called "The Middle Passage" and it describes the portal, though not just for women. If y'all can find it at a garage sale or something it's esoteric but worth the read.
On the lap-sitting -- I had read that Kieran Culkin somehow didn't even have a seat at a table when he showed up for this JV squad-planned banquet, so I figured Sunshine was on a lap not for PDA purposes but because she simply had no assigned chair!
I'm totally on The Middle Passage case — thanks for the rec!
And OMG...you're probably totally right. She probably didn't have a seat and therefore they just made the best of it by canoodling their way through it (there *was* a lot of canoodling). What does this say about me/us? Has our internalized misogyny manifested as judgement for lap-sitters the world over, or we are just jerks who weren't paying close enough attention/don't follow the right people on Twitter? Thanks for reading, Elise!
Reading this week’s Spread from the Portal! 💁🏻♀️