Catherine Gigante-Brown

You learn a lot about people when you live in their home. The Taylors seemed to lead a joyless, Spartan existence.

I asked a handful of women: why are people so scared of ladyparts?

If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?

At first, I felt like an abandoned ten-year-old, dropped off at a remote summer camp—with the extra added attraction of no cell phone reception or Wi-Fi. I thought the hardest part of the weekend was going to be picking out a robe. Boy, was I wrong!

I try. I really do. But whenever I attempt to embrace my husband Peter’s Cuban culture, I always screw up.

Candida Royalle pretty much invented couples erotica. She made it socially-acceptable. Respectable. The women in her films looked like real women and had real, comfortable female bodies. And her movies actually had stories. Good stories. She hired her friends—adult legends like Annie Sprinkle, Veronicas Hart and Vera, and Gloria Leonard — to create Femme films too.

I’m boycotting you until you start recognizing breast cancer survivors like me by carrying mastectomy bras.

Wrinkles or lifelines? Chunky or curvaceous? The choice is yours.

Although I tried to convince myself that I wasn't racist, if the truth were told, I didn't like Muslims. Especially after 9/11.

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