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“Girls don’t masturbate, right? I don’t masturbate. Do you masturbate? Can girls masturbate? I don’t think they can — I’m pretty sure my mom doesn’t.”

“Girls don’t masturbate, right? I don’t masturbate. Do you masturbate? Can girls masturbate? I don’t think they can — I’m pretty sure my mom doesn’t.”

Several months ago I read a piece from a mother who was so over people comparing raising kids to taking care of their “furbabies.” The annoyance and eye rolls practically leapt off the page.

She unleashed a whole new level of #blackgirlmagic that I did not even realize I needed. And honey, if I didn't realize I needed it, well then hell, you know the world just wasn’t ready.

My Life on the Road (or MLR) is not what I expected...the idea of not waiting for experience to come to you permeates the book.

"...once I got past the jokes, I was shocked to realize that most people have a touchy relationship with self-pleasure.

Hitachi! I stash thee in my drawer

Let’s talk about sex — Sex and the City, that is. (Wink wink, groan groan.)