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Fundamentals in Human Sexuality. Katchadourian and Lunde. Holt, Rinheart and Winston, 1972. pg 17.

Sigmund Freud.

Alfred Kinsey.

 

Sigmund Freud was born threeyears earlier than Ellis, and they died in the same year. Freud was not a sex researcher, in the sense that he did not deliberately initiate the investigation of sexual behavior; rather he developed his theories of human sexuality from his clinical work in psychoanalysis. Nevertheless, his influence, both directly and through his followers, in making sexuality a focus of attention probably has outweighed that of any other person or group. Freuds multivolume collected works include countless discussions of sexuality in human development and its “normal,” as well as pathological, manifestations. The same is true of the writings of other psychoanalysts, though some have dealt with sexual issues more extensively than have others…

… The investigations of Alfred C Kinsey (1894-1956) and his collaborators have so far been the one major attempt at taxonomic study of human sexual behavior.  The primary goal of this approach is to make understanding of the individuals possible through examination of their behavior in relation to that of the group as a whole. IN order to determine whether a man is “tall” or “short,” it is not enough know his height accurately; we also need to know the range of heights in the group to which he belongs. The frequency and length of orgasm and so on are also meaningless unless we have standards of comparison from the general population. Basically, that is the purpose of the statistical approach in any field. It it one tool –though by no means the only or always the best tool– for the study of a given problem, yet it is indispensable to any systematic study of behavior….

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By Marcy L. Crouch, PT, DPT, CLT, Women’s Health Residency Committee Representative

 

As our profession continues to grow, become more evidence-based, and is starting to receive the recognition it deserves, clinicians must also rise to the occasion. This is especially true for us as Women’s Health Clinicians. We are a small and proud group of clinicians that hold unparalleled compassion, empathy, and sensitivity for our patients. We are dedicated and strive to raise awareness and provide care to an underrepresented patient population of men and women who need our help. I have had the opportunity this past few years to become enveloped in this community of amazing and strong colleagues as I became active in the Section as a student and then continued on to complete a Women’s Health Residency at Baylor and Texas Women’s University in Dallas, Texas.

As a student and then as a new clinician in an arduous post-professional program, I strived to challenge myself as a clinician and was dedicated to help advance the field of Women’s Health Physical Therapy. Completing a residency and continuing to pursue post profession development is paramount for the new clinician to continue the advances that have all ready been made. As we continue to fight for Direct Access and appropriate reimbursement, we also strive to demonstrate that we are collectively a group of competent and capable clinicians. It is imperative that practicing clinicians are up to date with current practice acts, the highest level of research available to support our interventions and assessments, and practice standards.

Gone are the days where we are thought of as “Glorified Personal Trainers”. We have moved from Bachelor’s degrees to Masters to Doctorates and PhD’s. Residencies and Post-Professional development are becoming more and more readily available. Clinical Specialist examinations given by the American Physical Therapy Board of Specialities have certified 82 Women’s Health Clinical Specialists by the year 2010. That number is growing every year as more clinicians are sitting for the specialist examination. The Baylor/TWU Women’s Health Residency was the fourth credentialed program in the US and the only one west of the Mississippi. There are more active programs in development at this time, and they are currently undergoing the application and credentialing process.

Residencies are a good option for the clinician who not only wants to spend a year immersed in Women’s Health, but also who wishes to help advance the field of physical therapy and who wishes to meet the higher standard of clinical practice. The programs are a blend of clinical and didactic work, and require the clinician to step out of their comfort zone and become independent thinkers and develop high level clinical reasoning skills. The resident is expected to be a self directed learner, and demonstrate advanced clinical mastery in the practice of Women’s Health Physical Therapy. Excellent mentorship with a blend of didactic work helps to prepare the clinician to not only become the experts in Women’s Health, but also to sit for the Women’s Health Clinical Specialist Exam and earn the title of a Board Certified Clinical Specialist.

My experience as a budding new clinician in a post professional residency program was  a positive one. I wanted mentorship, exposure to the population, and didactic work that focused on the all the aspects of Women’s Health. As I transitioned through the program and now out into the field, I realize that my journey has only just begun. The residency is a stepping stone towards my personal and professional goals. It is the “tip of the iceberg”, if you will. It has helped me to start my journey to who I want to be as a clinician. I still have a long way to go, but I am grateful for the Residency and the relationships with colleagues and patients I had the honor to be a part of. I encourage new clinicians and students to consider Residency as an option for professional and personal growth.

Look for us at CSM 2012 in Chicago! We are hosting the second annual panel discussion titled, “Everything you need to know about Women’s Health Residency”, where current residents, program leaders, and alumna share their experiences and answer audience questions. It was a success at CSM 2011 in New Orleans, and we are looking forward to presenting again in Chicago. Also visit www.womenshealthapta.org/credentialing/opportunities.cfm and www.apta.org/CareerDevelopment/ to learn more about professional development opportunities and upcoming residency programs.

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by Evan J. Peterson

"Hijab Girl: Not So Modest" by Deviantnorm

Pearled like a swine in cream and black
it’s caught on your lashes, not thighs.
The running mascara turns grey
and slips. All you have are your eyes:

the bridge of your nose, gash-plucked brows,
the lashes like porcupine quills.
Trickle by trap, are you his sow
with your gag-hidden mouth that chills?

Your hair is wrapped in quiet pride.
His hot little splash soaks, a tag.
You’re stone and appear unsurprised
your niqaab has become his rag.

Each milky filament pulls you
down. Blink, drink, or just let it dry.
Dribble by drop, but you refuse
to drown. All you have are your eyes.

"Ragout of Octopus and Mediterranean Vegetables" by Jean Van Cleemput

What is it about women and seafood? Perhaps I respond to the ancient biblical symbolism in which fish represents the penis, or maybe what I like so much about van Cleemput’s blend of sex and seafood is seeing fashion jump the shark.  

Editor Dian Hanson from The New Erotic Photography, Taschen Publishers.

Showgirl

by Kerry Cox

"Showgirl" by Judy Polstra

With your dandelion stallions
Pounding through these valleys
In a mixed-up maze of mirrors
Each glitter hit the same
From a shot glass
To the throat
To the love letters you wrote
Along the highways
Of each never-ending vein
In a fantasy of furnishing
A shape studded with sins
Pearlescent patchwork
Sewn tight with silver grins
So movie star, so shimmy shook
So preciously portrayed
Eloquently silhouetted
Dreamed up and displayed
Let me cup your cancan curving candy
And caress your cunning clocks
Massage your midnight money
Stick keys in all your locks
With your rose-red light up lips
Sinking more than ships
You drown me with the symphony
Of your blue-blooded butterfly hips
Making déjà vu decisions
In a mardi gras mirage
Your ribs are spreading rumors
Of your pretty pink corsage
Let me learn each story
Of your luminescent glory
Dancing like a dervish
Down your spine
I’ll lap up all the lushness
Crush it into plushness
And sculpt it into something
To make my own skin shine…

Created in order to advance human sexuality into a more caring and open environment, The Center for Sex Positive Culture was established 11 years ago remains unique with its non-profit community centered organization.

Now this is what Im talking and walking about. This non-profit organization has provided not only educational but experiential events that help to lead people into accepting themselves in a sexual manner without judgement. This non-profit community helps to provide the funding for the Seattle Erotic Art Festival, which is an annual event that promotes art, festivities and the lifestyle of pleasure and openness. Why dont we have more like that here in the Northeast? In fact I’ve never traveled to the West Coast and hear that I fit in more there than I do here!

Center for Sex Positive Culture Mission Statement:

Our mission is to inspire and assist volunteers to produce experiential events where members can explore their sexual interests in a physically and emotionally safe environment.

As proponents of sex positive culture, we believe that the appropriate uses of sex extend beyond reproduction. They include creating personal pleasure, bonding interpersonal relationships, promoting spiritual growth, and enhancing emotional and physical health. In a sex positive world, everyone has the freedom and resources to pursue a fulfilling and empowering sex life.

While moving into a new apartment, my husband was going through his old collection of art and found this original photograph of her. Isnt she just something to oogle over? Who was this woman?

Have you ever dreamed of being paid for your orgasms without being oogled over from men paying every cent to see you? Without having to sacrifice your sexual integrity for a few bucks? With the Eden Fantasies you can review sex toys and get paid with more sex toys! NO seriously, if you spend some good quality time reviewing your favorite toy, rating it, submitting your review and having someone accept it, you can rack up points (and even a reputation for other sex positive companies!) to gain toys. The more points you rack up, the better the sex toy you can earn!

Hey who said this was for free! Nah, just a great way to earn credits with what you’re already doing with your free time!!

Ive got two words for you reader, and her name is Violet Blue.

She is a mentor and a teacher. By trade she is professional sex educator and inspiring writing who blogs daily and writes for a newspaper in San Fransisco. Technically she is a porn lover and critic and actually views good porn when it comes to town. She can spot a porn made by a male pervert anytime within a 5 second period of seeing the film; she can do the same for the pervert ladies, but it seems so much more right.

Why is it that guys are so absolutely brutal about their sex? Just penetrate this and penetrate that. But women, they are dainty, they are forgiving, and they are the ones to thank for good porn. They bite the bullet, they take the gang bangs, suffer the sodomy, they pack the penises (whether real or fake!). They are the ones who should be making porn.

I will continue to update this link and link to her blog site Tiny Nibbles since she is just a fabulous wealth of information when it comes to the Internet and the world of sex and fetish.

Well, its not like I was born this way. AND its not like I can have sex with anyone and its cool. Its a little more complicated than that.

Apparently there are differences between genders for this simple reason: though I am bisexual, I cannot fall in love with women. I can love them and cherish them and dote upon them; hell I can even bring them flowers! But I cannot fall in love with them. Thats just something innate in me. I love men and they are really the only ones who can satisfy me. It gets to a point when Im fucking someone and god damn it, I need to have a person inside of me, not just the closest thing second to real skin.

First of all, I have standards that I go by. If its a dude, he needs to be covered. Thats simple. The rules of AIM network and simple precautions to prevent sexually transmitted diseases. I feel that its also necessary that I spend some time with him first: I do not want to be fucking just anyone because I would like to have some relationship with them first. I do not want to be fucking a jackass. They are the ones that really dont deserve it! Im a hot momma, and its not like you give me a sugar cube and Ill sleep with you.

If its a girl, I feel like the reigns are a little more justified. I need to be friends with them, I need to have a general respect for them, and they need to have a general respect for me. Once the basic boundaries of a friendship is laid out, I can then start to play whether thats straight up having sex or playing with roles with dom-sub relationships.

I hope that sheds a little light on something! Not exactly an easy answer.

 

Yesterday the man I’m going to marry took me to a jewelry store, not necessarily to buy the largest, most sparkling ring in the store, but to bury the Dead Soldier. I had found myself bundled up in my spring green jacket and being hugged warmly by my chemise scarf, while being encouraged by his hand grasp to skip easily to the jeweler’s store front because he was finally purchasing that life long piece desired by all single women all over the world.

He threw the ring up on the counter. “How much can we get for this ring?” JP asked.

The hard-assed Italian who stood behind his shiny lit glass display cases suddenly dropped his gold-filled mouth smile. “Oh. Lets see how much it weighs.”

We walk over to the scale he brings up onto the counter. “Was this yours?” he peers from over his gold brimmed glasses to ask me.

“No, I’ve never been married. It’s all his.” I looked over at JP. He gave me a wink and a smile, as he kept both hands in his pockets.

The limped dick white gold only brought us just over a hundred bucks, but it was easily exchanged along with the blurry memories of maybe not even wearing it for a night full of hope, promises and love. I was finally getting to this guy.

There was hardly a black procession leaving the store immediately proceeding the burial of the soldier. He had fought a long hard battle, one for which he strongly believed in. He loved her and worked for her everyday, but he couldn’t keep up with her projections of self-hatred and denial of the last healthy relationships that remained in her life, and so had lost many comrades while at war. The ending of his life was a black and blue rage, spotted with moments of quietness and solace. As the soldier’s light came to a close, as he knew it, it was a self-fulfilling prophecy for him to sacrifice his love to a dedication to a cause that was not worthy.

Once upon a midnight dreary… and its cold and windy and nasty and you dont want to leave your home! Theres only one thing that can drag you out of your house other than the chance to blow the biggest dick you’ve ever seen in your life… the Erotic Literary Salon!

Everyone is super nice, super engaging, super dramatic, and oh so sweet! They are open minded, tolerant to mucho, and will hardly judge unless you gripe about spying on your neighbor’s 4 year old son taking a bubbl ebath and playing with his yellow ship.

If you ever get the chance, I highly recommend it. Its a great place to go, listen with your ears open, and allow the world to speak sweet nothings for yourself.

The clitoris is a centerpiece of the female anatomy, the bullseye amongst a field of arrows. Its the main part, the part you don’t want to miss, ever, in your life, if you wanted to please anybody at any time. Ever.

As if you never dreamed someone would be looking over your shoulder at a coffeeshop! God forbid you open this on the train! And what if… You Were a Woman!!!

 

When youre watching porn, do you ever look at the actors and actresses and hope and pray that they had testing before they were filmed? I sure hope so! And thanks to our star Dr Sharon Mitchell and her experiences with her life, she has brought a life saving option to the sex industry. Sometimes good things come from bad things.

As posted on Wikipedia site for its Background:

Dr Sharon Mitchell, Founder of AIM

Since the 1980s, outbreaks of HIV/AIDS within the community of erotic actors have caused a number of deaths. In response to this threat AIM was founded in 1998 by former adult entertainer Dr. Sharon Mitchell, who had left the industry in 1996 to qualify in public health counseling and sexology.[4]

The Foundation has helped set up a system in the U.S. where erotic actors in the adult film industry are tested for AIDS every 30 days. All on-camera sexual contact is logged, and a positive test result triggers the contacting and re-testing of all sexual partners during the previous three to six months. The Foundation provides secure means of sharing results via their web servers so that results cannot be forged. Prior to AIM, there had been STD testing programs in lifestyle communities including Kerista Commune, Rajneeshpuram, More University. These approaches had mixed results and were less systematic and regular.

But a horrible thing happened this past spring 2011, someone hacked the patient database and exposed the world to the true names of all the actors and actresses!! Not only are the health histories public knowledge but you know they are going to carry on with the industry and now they may be at a greater risk of contracting STDs. Its already hard enough to keep that shit under control. How horrible can people be!!

spa_fitnessOkay, so I’ve got a few choices for my next career move, considering Ive been aiming at building my career honestly for like 15 years or so.

First I started at Firehouse Books and Espresso, building up relationships with people and sometimes not be choice, being dragged into their personal lives, knowing and growing their personal relationships with people. Then I quickly moved into the love and well being of fitness where I joined the local Curves at quickly excelled at being a fitness techinician. I had the canny ability to not only to get to know the medical facts that would affect their exercise regimen, but also knew when a husband switched jobs and the consequential stress associated with that decision. She just had to come and exercise that shit out. And even so, it became a stressful job not to only get their HR up and their BP up, but also to help a woman with hypothyroidism learn how to exercise.

Could I trust myself training a woman with hypothyroidism without the proper training, or at least something like that? I mean, what could I bring to the table to challenge her without, I guess, giving her a heart attack? For all I knew, I liked to sweat hard and I also liked to row.

Well, I liked to row so much that I needed it everyday, in fact a few times a day. I needed the air, I needed to be with the birds, I needed to be out in the middle of no where with no one else. Obviously there is evidence that people have been here before, I mean, like empty waterways, still long yachts, lonely hardened Southern docks to temp me. As I went by every dock could have been the very dock I jumped from when I was a child. In between the docks I managed to fit in a few good strokes here and there.

As I became more fit, I needed more competition. I had traveled to the local Southeast Regional competition for rowing and had easily won 1st place, and I needed a challenge. I needed to find more daily compeition on top of that if I was really serious about it. So I decided to move to Philly, train for the National Rowing team, and in the meantime work as a personal trainer.

From the very beginning in that high class, two story, 6000 square foot gym I was always kept on the gym floor with a running leash, kind of like where you can leave your dog outside in the rain and it has the reigns to run around “freely,” but would for sure get electrocuted the minute he stepped outside the boundaries. I was lucky back then to see that I was strongly protected using electrocution directly ellicited from the boss once I made a stupid decisions with my clients.

I was considered an independent contractor, which meant that I got paid in full for every client that I claimed on the payroll, and then I would be responsible for the taxes I made at the end of the year. To be able to handle this at 22 years old I thought was pretty responsible, even considering the small annual investment I made into Canadadian coal for retirement later. But the big thing was that I didn’t understand the concept of insurance. I had never gotten into an accident with my car, because that was the closest thing I really understood why insurance was a good thing. I needed it for legal reasons. Otherwise I’d be seriously fucked if I didn’t have it. What if I got sued in this sue-happy-state?

When I took 10 year old Jill and her 9 year old brother into a raquetball court and had them throw an 8 lb medicine ball into the air for each one to catch, I never thought their would be a problem. When I trained Michele on the mat for the simple prevention of pelvic floor problems after she had just told me about the explicit journey that her and her husband had attempted to travel into. Or that having Rachel run ladders outside in the parking lot was not covered by insurance becacuse It was literally outside the physical boundaries for legal protection.

Kevin had pulled me into the office, and I had realized that I had just been outside my fenced area and just had been electrocuted.

“Do you realize how much you are a liability to this company?” Its true, I wasn’t respecting the insurance boundaries and the professional boundaries at all. I was performing some mobilizations on clients, but it wasn’t that bad. I mean, in my record I had only pulled two hip flexors, hernieated one disc, and ripped the lower abs of another client. Was I that bad?

I thought that having a 4 year degree in exercise science could protect me from any harm. Or maybe my cute ass could protect me, along with my sexy-trailing smile.

I had caught myself. I needed a change. Not only by this point I had met the man of my life, but I realized that I was getting into something really stupid professionally. I needed to be challenged and I definitely didn’t want to work as hard for sales. I shouldn’t have to sell fitness, I mean, it should sell itself. Everyone should want to be intrinsically as fit as possibly, which would ward off disease, make the heart stronger, and help us deal with everyday stresses.

Fitness became more of a life sustaining necessity rather than a life fulfilling thing at that point. I needed fitness to make me a better ______(fill in the blank here, and this would assume any role you take on on a daily basis anyway). Rather that’s a mother, a student, a businessman, a coffee barista, a whatever! Fitness is the amazing balance of hormones that affect us on a daily basis. Sometimes we don’t give our body enough credit as it already is. For example, research has shown that a woman’s mood minute to minute can be attributed to the very hormones in our bodies: estrogen, progesterone, oxytocin, and GH. And Cortisol. And others.

In speaking with one of my professors at school about the combined sections meeting he just went to for the APTA, I couldn’t help but check out the suggestion he made to me after confessing my undying love for health, wellness and prevention all in the spectrum of PT. So check out this lady in Arlington, VA, he said. She has won a million awards through the APTA and has made a specific corporation that is EXTREMELY similar to the exact business I want to get into. Finally some hope! This economy won’t force me to go into long term care!!

Here’s an NPR special on her treatment style. She is extremely innovative AND cheap. She uses an inflated, closed BP cuff underneath a pt’s trunk in order to teach her how to contract her transverse abdominals!!!

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We are Growing our Roots Together!

We are Growing our Roots Together!

I met him through a friend of mine who pissed me off on a daily basis. Sometimes my friend would call me, sometimes he wouldn’t. He would definately call me if he had nothing else better to do, or if he happened to be finished playing with his cock. We were cool back then: just a coffee friend. I couldn’t be friends with him anymore than that. He was just annoying for the most part.

But he took me to his neighborhood coffee shop, and the minute I walked in, yes I was overwhelmed with the blah blah pungent smell of coffee, but better yet it was a shop with the ugliest collection of photography I’ve ever seen. The inner dweller people were the farthest I would consider friend-friendly. I could just tell they were laughing at me everytime I spoke… was it the fact that I came in with johnny?

The guy behind the counter was long haired, probably hadn’t taken a shower in 5 days, and apparently loved the raunchy metal t-shirt that that he wore. It hardly qualified as a t-shirt there were so many holes in it. Luckily it covered all the parts I did not want to see.

At that point, I became a pure coffee addict, and yes, Hi my name is Sally and Im addicted to coffee. I would find myself driving 20 minutes away to this guy’s coffee shop just for a small cup of joe on my hour break. I swear it was crack in that coffee. It made me come back for more.

Then I would have mornings I thought I wouldnt be able to make it through my day if I hadn’t had my coffee. Like I would fall asleep on the leg extension machine right in the middle of counting my clients reps. “1, 2, zzz, 4, 5…”

So I started staying on my days off, on my half days, on any day I had an hour to spare before I went to work. I would work on my computer, writing poetry, writing home to Mom and Dad, reviewing what was the next step for applying to schools. For one second, it was just one second, I’d look over the brim of the laptop in front of me and LOCK eyes with him. WTF? Are you looking at something behind me? Oh please don’t be looking at me. You are soooo not my type.

JP loves metal, would cook and clean to it, make gay ass lattes to it, and most likely jacked off to his mighty greatness in making the worlds best latte while listening to metal. That shit is just too hard for me, I told him. Look, I know I need something hard in my life, but metal was so far away from the thought of a hard cock to sit on.

Then it all started to come together. JP was helpful to his customers, loyal to the in-house old lady who sat in the middle of the shop reading the NY Post and listened to every single neighborhood rumor. Little did I know that later she would become my neighbor and call me down to her apartment door just to take care of the cat shit she has wrapped in a bag.

JP was hard working. He worked everyday, maybe switched one or two shifts off with his girlfriend — oops I mean — employee. And wait, Erin is his wife?

I had met Erin first before I met JP and had never put the two together. She was one of the crowd who made up the neighborhood of the coffee shop. She would sit in the corner in the comfy chair and growl about school. Her comments bled with low self-esteem and hatred. I didnt realize they were together until 6 weeks after I had started going when she finally piped up to JP, “Can we please go home soon? I am so tired.” That bitch would bark these orders to him while he slaved latte after latte, and the light in my head just totally changed color to illuminate him… he was at first a flat headed dirt bag who listened to ugly music and didnt give a shit whether you liked his awesome coffee or not. Now, he was develping into a caring, hardworking business owner who never did enough for his bossy-ass wife. Was it him developing? or was my idea of him changing?

He sought refuge in my apartment in the next few months. I had just moved into this place right above his coffee shop a few weeks earlier. I figured, how bad could it be living and breathing above this man who listens to bad, bad metal music who slaves at pleasing his never ending demanding wife. Maybe if he strives for that acceptance even from anyone, not just his wife, he can’t be all that bad.

And that’s where it started. I listened to him dribble about how she never cleaned at home, never more than 5 times in the 8 months they lived there had never made him dinner. He deserved so much more than the life he was living. Why had he believed himself “worthy” of this life he was living. He stopped going home. He started sleeping at the coffee shop. He took showers at another neighbor’s house, he ate only bagels and crossiants and drank coffee. He put on weight. He was sad.

JP became my friend. He became my mentor with my pursuits in sport. He learned that he needed more than what Erin was giving him. He realized he needed encouragement and positive thoughts to encompass him, not debbie downers 24 hours a day. He was tired of being her punching bear, of being the run-to-dude when she couldn’t figure out how to get the toilet paper out of her ass.

I helped him open his eyes.