Co-Ed Body Pride

So. It happened.

It actually happened a week ago. But you know what’s funny? How much shtuff you have to do when you decide to have a wedding in two months… ALAS. Here I am, internet! Here I am. With stories, to boot!

Last week I got naked – as I do every week with a handful of wonderful and empowering women – but this time, dudes were involved. Caitlin! I hear you holler. YOU HAD AN ORGY?!

No, my loves. No orgies are to be had in any realm of Body Pride. Surprisingly, it was freakishly similar to our Girls Only Body Prides. When you get down to the nitty gritty of it all, boys have a lot of the same hang-ups that chicks do… they are just framed in a different manner.

What I took away from my experience hanging out with 3 amazing males and 4 incredible females was that it is a darned ass shame that we can’t just be naked together (without bumping uglies… unless its from dancing… interpretively…)

These are our last three groups of amazing girlies. And manlies.

 

Pretty amazing. I’d say.

I have a bucketload of really really incredibly hilarious jokey shots that I’m hoping to combine and do something with. Stay tuned for those bad boys. Okay. I have another BP starting in an hour and ten minutes. YES.

An Ode to Men

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I love men. I love the way you smell, the way you walk. I love hairy men, strong-bodied men, skinny men, short men, tall men, dark-haired men, light-haired men. I love calloused hands, I love hairy butts and arm pits. I love penis lines, linty belly buttons, a freshly-shaven face, a strong jawline. I love the way you touch me, hold me, grab me. I love the way you look at me – “steak eyes” is what Stella calls this, the way a man looks before he’s about to eat a really good steak – I love the way you dress, the way you talk, how you move in a kitchen, how you order your food, how you interact.

I just love men. Continue reading “An Ode to Men”

The Eye to Penis Virginity Story

As I sit here in Starbucks, at 9pm on a Saturday night, waiting for my Fran’s shift to start, and eating a banana, I decided I wanted to talk about penises. Because this is what I think about every time I eat a banana… And so do most people. This is also why a friend of mine has extreme difficulty eating phallic-shaped foods in public.

I figured it was only appropriate, after having written an ode to the clitoris to at least touch upon the other spectrum of things. Except I’m not quite sure what to say about them. Penises, that is.

They are quite fantastic things, that is for sure… Not quite so mysterious as the female anatomy, but just as fun and promising of a good time.

Another friend (not the one who cannot insert oblong shapes into her mouth in public) (I’m also not making these people up… I feel ‘friend’ treads lightly upon the path of ‘this girl has no friends and is definitely just making shit up’ –instead of just flat out naming folks… You’ll have to deal and trust my narration) suggested I write about how to handle seeing a penis for the first time. Continue reading “The Eye to Penis Virginity Story”