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Pubic Hair Is Back, Announces The New York Times

Dasha Zhukova’s BDSM Throne Bashing Is Well Deserved

jd Forte’s ‘The Up and Comers’ & A September 11 Women’s Rights Reflection

Lea Seydoux Seduces In Lui Magazine Relaunch, Lensed By Mario Sorrenti

Anne Rethinks ‘Flawless’, Third-Tier Male Photographers & Values That Matter

Science Argues Women Like Men With Bigger Penises

Kate Upton As Marilyn Monroe & Amanda Marcotte’s PC Madness

Victoria’s Secret Angels have Appeared Often In GQ & Esquire

Marilyn Monroe Photographer Bert Stern Looks To Kate Upton As Next Muse

‘Mine’ By Alvaro de la Herran Starring Marina Jamieson & Garret Neff

The ‘50 Shades of Grey’ BDSM Devil Seduces in the Eternal Submission Collection
Red Genitals Not Arousing In Recent Study, But Men Do Tip Red Shirt Waitresses Better

2013 Is A Year of Revelation and Artistic Rejuvenation for Anne

Sexual Politics & Fashion, 50 Shades of Grey Meets YVVY’s Nude Edition

Islam, Western Guilt, Original Sin & Sensuality | Koray Birand’s Alyssa Miller Images Celebrate Female Eroticism

Loving Relationships | 32 Health Benefits of Sex

American Culture Promotes Female Sexual Dysfunction

For Sister Margaret Farley Responsible Pleasure Is Not a Sin

Strong American Results in Female Sexual Desire Drug

Self Love Is Saying ‘No’ to Fashion Body Images You Hate

Saint Shakira Calls Libido the “Engine of the World”

Male Ego, Women Faking Orgasms & Sensual Chaos in Our Bedrooms

‘Pretty Boy’ Andrej Pejic Talks Sex, Love & Leaving His Gender to ‘Artistic Interpretation’

Find Your Sensual, Sovereign Self with Lone Morch in Paris

Sensual Dames Love Stockings & Garter Belts from Secrets & Lace

Tara, Candice & Robyn | Steven Meisel | Vogue Italia June 2011 | ‘Belle vere’

Franca Sozzani on Curvy Girls, Sensuality & More Body Types in Fashion

Givenchy Transgender Model Lea T Stars in French Vogue (2010)

Tom Ford Embraces Natural Breasts, Not Bombshells

Orgasmic Female Brain in ‘La Petite Mort’

Ever Woman Should Own Jordan Matters’ ‘Uncovered’

Men More Likely Than Women To First Look at Face in Porn Films

Selita Ebanks | Kanye West ‘Runaway’ Full Video Embedded

The Great Wall of Vagina | Learning to Love Our Genitalia

Body Talk | Owning Vulvas, Clits & G-Spots

Mysteries of the Garden of Eden’ | History Channel | In Latin Apple Means Evil

Sexy Doublespeak | American Women & Sexual Honesty

Statistics Say Conservatives Buy More Porn

Forniphilia | Women As Doormats and Other Art Furniture

Women As Muses: What Is Our Place in the Modern World? Or Are We Just ‘Slut Girls’ Today?

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Smart Sensuality Women as Envisioned by Ellen von Unwerth

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Compared to American Women, French Women Don't Get Fat and Have Hot Sex At Every Age

I’ve always said, If I have to get old, I want to do it in Paris. Thanks to a strong fan base and a lot of help from the aging gene gods, it’s not so bad for me, here in America. But it should be. 

Through our 40s, we American women manage to arrange romps on a fairly regular basis. But the latest national statistics show that by our 50s, a third of us haven’t had sex in the last year, present company not included.

By our 60s, nearly half have gone sexless in the previous year. Once we hit our 70s, most of us might as well hang up an “out of business” sign. Now you know why I’ve taken on a one-woman campaign to change the country.

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Mrs. Khaki Pants | Too Hot For Mere Denim 

When I think about female sexuality, I see peppers. Some of us are bell peppers, others cubanelle. You might be a robustinni variety, while I am a habanero.  We are cousins in one big, sexy pepper family.

Dave Ward’s Photo Stream on Flickr:

Scanning the literature, it seems that every bell pepper aspires to become a habanero like me. Articles with titles like “Top 10 Ways To Find Your Inner Lolita” promise women help in shedding a mild, cherrytime persona, to emerge a deeply-sensual serrano spice.

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Self-Image: Finding the Pretty Woman Inside Us All: Sept. 22, 2008

Flickr photographer: Ms. Pants

What’s A Tiny Fracture?

Anne was born a few years ago, on Sept. 19, 2003. I remember the night well, the profound moment that I became a whirling dervish in a NIA dance class.  

Through NIA (a body-mind-spirit fitness and lifestyle practice), I found the woman in the mirror, that woman who faced me every morning, as I rolled out of bed at some inhuman hour.

One of the most beautiful aspects of NIA is that you combine martial arts movements with more stretching, lyrical movements, ones that feel like ballet. This night my body responded to the music with such intensity that I wept quietly, studying the woman in the mirror … the fat one who refused to wear baggy clothes to class.

Flickr Photographer: Janet Leadbeater
Bonfire of the Vanities

This woman watching me was my body, my self, and I was claiming her, once and for all.  This NIA moment is one of many reflections — truly mobilizing moments in my life — that I want to share with you. The picture isn’t always pretty, but neither is life. We agree, right?

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The NieNie Dialogues: New Connections in a Digital World

Updated on Wed, October 7, 2009 by Registered CommenterAnne

Note from Anne 12-18-09.  The Internet continues to bring Stephanie Nielson into my life. Whenever she’s on Oprah or other TV show, she’s rockets to the top of my ratings. Well done, Stephanie.

In this original post, followed by an update from last Jan. 2009 and an Oprah moment last Sept, I write about total strangers who become part of our lives. This is my psychological relationship with Stephanie Nielson. Merry Christmas, Stephanie.


Tragedy in Phoenix

My good fortune of life on the Internet isn’t shared by the followers of Stephanie Nielson’s blog, the NieNieDialogues. Tragedy as struck a group of bloggers and a wonderful woman at the center of a fiery airplane crash.

According to the NY Times:

The site, a diary of home life that she started in 2005 for close friends and family, had attracted a small but ardent following, thanks to its upbeat dispatches about marriage, home décor, entertaining and the art of raising four children ages 6 and younger. To her admirers, she was Supermom.”

Tragically, Stephanie Nielson suffered catastrophic burn  injuries in a private plane crash, and people around the world feel her loss. They have gathered in a cyber handholding circle, to support her healing and recovery.

Mixed Signals

It is true that much of our daily human contact is in decline. The beauty of the Carversville General Store is that people stop in and share a bit of themselves each day.

This intimate, human hello is vanishing from our lives.  In Europe, people continue to greet each other in the elevators, but NYC is in its own world most mornings. Headphones on, fingers on digital communication devices, we don’t acknowledge each other at all.

Young Euro and Asian wunderkinds adopt the Manhattan mindset all too quickly. Me? Well, we all know I’m stubborn. I’m “old school” enough to smile and say “good morning.”

There is more to our 21st century lifestyle, however, and it lives in cyberspace. The NYTimes considers this idea:

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J'Adore: Banana Trees Food

My little banana-exploration began innocently enough. Food erotica was not on my radar. I popped over toWired mag and stumbled head-first into banana erotica. Because I had such a lark with the Food Porn two weeks ago, I was revved up for another episode. I know that familiarity breeds contempt, but surely we have another run at the food erotica subject, before retiring the jersey.

“How decadent,” I murmured to myself, checking out this boldly-colored, yummy-flavored banana extravaganza, one of 10 food photos chosen as winners by Wired readers.  I rest my point, dear friends, that food porn is positive proliferating its slimey face all over America. None of us can escape its influence.

What would Madame Nature say? Bananas are yellow, darn it. They should not be dressed up like some transsexual cancan girls kicking up sand in the Desert.    

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Burning Rubber: Milan to Lugano to Zurich, then Paris

I promised us some light-hearted fun, a few “this is my crazy life” stories to celebrate summer and get me off this “Dare To Be Yourself” kick I’ve been exploring the past few months.

You know me … I’m always looking for connections … then and now … what’s it all about Alfie?

The events of my life are just about the zeros: none or a bunch, and little in between. To illustrate, I have two tales for you  … one about $1 and today about $1000.

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Anne For Real | Formidable but Sensually Flawed in God's Eyes

Updated on Mon, December 19, 2011 by Registered CommenterAnne

010a%204x6Anne6-06.jpgI wish that I could be Mother Teresa, selflessly devoted to the needs of others, but I lack her character and her faith.

Thinking about Tim Russert and Mother Teresa, reflecting then on the terrible tragedies of the Kennedy family, and now Ted’s brain cancer, I’m inspired over their commitment to Catholicism, and their conviction that their Catholic faith has never deserted them.

This has not been my relationship with the Church. My story is nothing compared to the horror stories of young altar boys, and yet, it affected me deeply. I have never escaped it until now … this moment, as I make it real.

Another Anne, Another Scarlet Letter

In my case, God judged me harshly, placing a Scarlet letter on my self, when I was a young woman.  I went to God seeking solace, and instead he cut me loose from everything that mattered to me, forcing me into adulthood a month before my 16th birthday.

The irony of the moment is that my molester, my parents’ best friend, received his body of God.  Together, we made two pacts the prior Saturday afternoon. Swearing on the Bible that we were telling the truth, Father Ben informed us that one of us was committing a mortal sin and going to Hell. Professing ours to be the true version of that dreadful night — when I truly believed I would die before morning — one of us made a pact with God; the other with the Devil.  

I remember being so uncomfortable with the Priest, as I sensed I was not convincing him that my story was true. I had not asked for religious intervention in this matter. It was forced upon me. My attacker and Father Ben were drinking buddies.

I’ve never understood the concept of double trouble in the Catholic religion. If I’m going to Hell anyway, why worry about messing up again? Father Ben explained that to receive the sacraments in this fallen state, would result in another mortal sin.

It made no sense to me, but Father Ben took being God seriously, and especially his resolve not to see me in further trouble. After administering communion to my attacker, kneeling next to me in a cruel moment of fate, the Priest paused before the much younger me … head back, tongue stretched out, waiting uneasily … and then moved on.

For non-Catholic readers, I believe that there is now a sense that the Priest is an agent of God, but in those days HE WAS GOD. 

Branded A Hussy …

The reality of life and human frailty crashed down on my head, because I believed Father Ben was indeed God. In those years, I was one of the most devout Catholic girls around, relying on my faith to help me deal with a formidable home life.

This over-sexed, spiritless, decadent man, who woke me with one hand in my vagina and the other on his penis (sorry dear readers) brought my entire belief system crashing down on my head.  The nightmare only ended because his wife, my adored, nine-month pregnant surrogate mother, arrived home at midnight.

Running away the following morning, before he returned to get me for a day trip to Sioux Falls, I never saw her again, yet another terrible loss to me. There was no way to keep her and our relationship out of the mess.  

Hearing hushed marital whispers down the hall,  I waited all night, for my early execution. I knew that something terrible was going to happen. Our families were best friends.

 … and a Diva With Raging Hormones

The Priest broached the fact that I was exploring my sexuality as a young women and, in truth, do have a gift for storytelling. 

Expressing serious doubts that the event had actually happened, my parents suggested that I was a diva with an overactive imagination. Their final commentary was that if in fact it had happened, I was the cause. As we all know, I seek the limelight.

I must say now that my uncle Vernon, my beloved aunt Mavis and my grandmother Marie … all the adult Enkes except for my father and mother … stood rock-solid behind me. Without them, I have no idea what I would have become as a woman.

via Flickr’s efforest

 … With Delusions of Grandeur

However, I couldn’t convince the people closest to me. I was either lying … or I caused the event to happen, according to my parents.

Don’t ask me how a teenage girl with rollers in her hair, sleeping next to this horrible man’s six-year-old daughter, is offering herself up as sexual bait … but some people on Planet Earth are genuinely perverted in their own train of logic.

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