One of the events I help organize each year is a Star Trek convention. People who’ve never been to a Star Trek (or, really, any fan-run science fiction theme...

I am afraid of men who yell. It’s a visceral reaction for me, and one that my ex-husband used to be very offended about. He’d ask me to defend it, and tell m...

I happened to be in a breakfast diner this morning and the televisions were playing one of those “gotcha” talk shows. The title of this particular episode wa...

“I know this is a tough weekend. I’m going to suggest that David come home tonight. I have to get up early also. But mostly I think you need a bed buddy.” My...

Seven years ago this week my life fell apart. It wasn't sudden or unexpected, not by me anyway. But it still hurt. It started Thursday at lunch, when I bro...

Teaching or Learning It’s often said in coaching and self-help circles that we teach people how to treat us. It’s equally true that people teach us who they ...

The single scariest thing we do as humans is admit our deepest desires. This is terrifying because it reveals a bit about who we are as humans. What we desir...

Beyond Unicorn Hunting One of the most common ideas have when deciding to open up an existing relationship is that if they can just find a hot bisexual femal...

Defending My Boundaries I may be the consent fairy, but that doesn't mean it's always easy for me to defend my own boundaries. A case in point is a situation...

One of my nicknames is “the consent fairy,” because I’ve been talking about and teaching techniques for better consent practices in my local community for ha...

The Dilemma A dear friend asked me to go for a walk and talk about what her son had just told her during a recent visit, that he was bisexual. My friend, who...

My house has a name: Motteration. My husband’s last name is Mott, and the name is tongue in cheek, a reference to the phrase “do all things in moderation.” W...