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Category Archives: Personal Stories

Hunkering Down

celery root
We began to question our assumptions when we went to our farmer’s market yesterday. Whole foods had periods of empty shelves all week, and we expected a busy outdoor market. But it was eerily quiet without the music and chatter of diners sitting around, kids in tow, enjoying their Sunday morning. The market was without the usual comradery created by the eating of everything from guava croissants to pupusas and musubi. The tables were gone; without a DJ, there was no bossa nova in the background. With the absence of music and tables went any vestige of every Sunday morning’s typical casual community vibe.

Proof of Concept: Birth of the Orgasm Mistress

Brentwood Housewife in Her 50s perks up and asks me what exactly it is I do. I tell her I do lots of things: Bodywork, pelvic floor work, scar tissue remediation, craniosacral work. She nods, glazing over. My Gyro instructor reminds her with some slight exasperation that she’s given her my name more than once. I discreetly wink at my instructor and seize the moment. I jump in - “And I’m also an Orgasm Mistress…”

Goat Milk & Tequila

Goat milk and tequila. My sister's invitation is to get up at the crack of dawn and meet her at the northern end of the San Fernando Valley. From there she will guide me to an undisclosed location to drink goat milk fresh from the tit, mixed with tequila and chocolate. I bring the chocolate; she'll bring cups & tequila. I'm up at first light, grating piloncillo (raw sugar) into a baggie. To it, I add unsweetened dutched cacao powder - fruity, bitter, delicious. This chocolate is from a remote finca in Tabasco, a southeastern Mexican state bordering Guatemala. Fit for any Mayan gods who may yet reside there.