I’m in SF to host a weekend full of HUMP! screenings! — join me at the show! — and guess what? Just like last week, my flight to SF on Thursday was delayed, then it was cancelled, then my rebooked flight was delayed, cancelled, rebooked, delayed. Which is why Struggle Session didn’t go up yesterday. Sorry about that!
First: I hope there’s no such thing as a pluck-your-own chicken restaurant — that was a joke — but if such a place existed, it’s not somewhere a high-functioning hypochondriac like me would ever go… especially right now.
Says T.G. via email…
I can’t help but notice that your advice to WHIP from the Team Fantasize post could use some more insight. While it may be beneficial for her own sexual satisfaction to stop asking and start doing (albeit in baby steps), she could be opening a can of worms that she may not be ready for. See, I had found myself in the exact same scenario at age 30: married to my high school sweetheart and wanting more flavor in our vanilla sexual encounters and met with...