Have you ever played that game? Who am I? Where you write a name on a note then paste it to your playmate’s forehead? It’s their job to ask “yes or no” questions that will slowly reveal the identity taped right there between their eyes. It’s one of my favorite games. You could ask what questions could be asked to reduce the choices down to you. You know, if it was in fact your own name placed on your forehead? That’s if someone happened to be playing a joke on you. There is o

A little while ago I found myself in a flirtatious back and forth with someone who was obviously trying to impress me with talk of female worship. He boasted of how he treats his lovers like queens and serves them graciously. I do enjoy pampering, like any one else, but does it get me hot? No. I just feel like I deserve it. But listening to this man talk I felt trapped in some hologram I never chose to be in. Am I just some composit of every other “female” he thinks he has go

“Nobody’s perfect” I like to imagine that in the voice of that old geezer in Some Like It Hot. You know, that classic last line. Well...