While there is no nice way to dump someone, there are certainly unnecessarily horrific ways. My latest Breathless column details some particularly sadistic breakups :)
Here’s a collection of the first week of Slutever’s new Lonely Sluts Personals ads—connecting kinky sluts the world over. Unite!
From Allen Ginsberg and his writer beau to Joan Didion and her co-author hubby, these six iconic writer couples will renew your faith in romance. By Kristen Cochrane.
A first date is not an emotional baggage dumping ground. My latest Breathless for Vogue asks: What “me” should I be on a first date? – Karley Sciortino Read it HERE :)
The story of how one British school teacher with money troubles started over as a mature escort, re-discovered her sexuality, and unexpectedly fell in love—spoiler, Fifty Shades of Grey is involved :)
By Erika Allen / A zine by London-based photographer Sam Hiscox, titled “What Is Love? Baby Don’t Hurt Me,” has had me thinking about a couple of things. 1: What could have happened to Trinidadian eurodance artist Haddaway? 2: How ambiguous the most intimate moments can seem from the outside. What struck me about the photos was that it was virtually impossible to tell the friends from the lovers. It portrayed romantic and plutonic love with equal weight and affection.…
What defines romance? And what happens when you and your partner completely disagree on that? Read my latest Breathless column for Vogue to find out. Click HERE :)
Feeling sad and/or anxious about Valentine’s Day? Well this might cheer you up: my new Breathless column for Vogue, published yesterday, is about how V-Day day is a bit traj… and I also wrote about love a bit too, so it’s not all bad :) You can read it HERE!
What is it about older guys that’s so darn appealing (and why have I only just noticed it)? Find out in my newest Breathless column for Vogue :)
The title of the post pretty much sums it up, really. Not that my sex life was ever bad, but I’ve been dating my girlfriend for the good part of a year now, and you know how it goes–things slow down, people get “tired,” vibrators get lost under the bed. That’s normal, right? I told myself it was. However, “Blue…” has ignited a new spark. And I don’t think it’s solely to do with the drool-inducing sight of Lea Seydoux’s…