- Atlanta, Georgia, US
- November 07
- Athena Bradford is a writer, explorer, researcher, and the author of “The Intelligent Woman’s Guide to Vibrators.” She suffers from delusions of candor and longs for days when there is no embargo on pleasure.
MY RECENT POSTS
- British Vibrators: What's in
September 14, 2009 09:32AM
- Words Become You
September 04, 2009 06:42PM
- Diving for Sex
August 30, 2009 11:33AM
August 21, 2009 05:46PM
- Who's Teaching My Daughter
August 13, 2009 09:07AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “How can one not cry? You
September 14, 2009 02:15PM
- “I watch the episode and
greedily read your analysis.
the show twice
September 14, 2009 11:21AM
- “For me, the worst thing
is being called Maam. I still
around for some
September 14, 2009 10:28AM
- “Don't every try to find
a therapist. It's hopeless
you are too damn
September 10, 2009 10:20AM
- “I Just love you!”
September 10, 2009 10:11AM
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Your words set in motion
six months of savory days and
liquid nights that poured over me like icing
On a gingerbread house.
Stories rolled off your tongue
like Maypole ribbons, and I tethered
myself to your… Read full post »
First of all, I hate novelty gifts. They seem pointless to me. I mean, really, how many times can a pooping pig induce true belly laughs. I look at Whoopee cushions, toilet seat outhouse decals, and racing grannies with disbelief—who are these people who shell out $15 f… Read full post »
The steel gray drape of my depression parts and
I catch a brief glimpse of
clouds holding fuchsia among the azure hills.
On the horizon, my hopes are piled like coats on a feather down bed
It is my mind that damns… Read full post »
from victim’s guilt, memories spilt
that reside in a cocoon of shame demanding to be fed.
They thunder like giants in my mind-field,
each step carrying the grim vibrations of shadowy moments.
And I am in a holding pattern… Read full post »
I'm working on a new book and I'm hoping my OS friends will help out. Specifically I'm looking for your list of 10 things that turn you on and off sexually. I'm also looking for people (all genders) to interview, so PM me if you are interested. To get the conversation… Read full post »
Be forewarned, I’m in a snarky snit over an author and I hate, hate, hate to stuff-her in silence. I’m not going to name names, but I am going to seethe a bit.
I love writing about sex and sensuality, and so I’m naturally… Read full post »
You’re breathing heavily, buttons are coming undone, and the temperature is definitely rising when he asks, “So, how many other guys have you “been” with?” What is about men wanting to quantify everything from the number of tools in their g… Read full post »
I leave you clues and speak in candid whispers
But you mistake them for girlish pillow talk.
And I am sidelined again,
shoulders sagging under the weight of my cargo.
Do you not hear the tension exploding like a pistol?
Apparently nobody told vibrator manufacturers that a rose is a rose is rose because they keep coming up with disguises and multi-tasking models. In some areas of my life, I love dual-purpose products. I’m thrilled to learn from the good folks at Real Simple that rubbing alcohol removes ba… Read full post »
A garden of petals trail behind you
as you move to sweep me off my feet.
But I’m not made of air tonight.
I’m armed and dangerous
looking for a worthy gladiator
to mount the swells of passion.
Put me in a stationery store and I’m ecstatic. I finger thick vellum cards and imagine brown ink flowing like caramel toffee; I long to decorate the pages with wandering strokes, fine-tuned flourishes, and well-mannered spacing. My mouth waters at the cursive… Read full post »
We sprayed the room with our anger
realizing it is one of the few possessions
that we share.
I bring a spoonful of secrets to your lips
but they blistered your tongue.
Slouching like the damp feather pillow… Read full post »
Let’s be honest--women are complicated. It’s as true for our eroticism as it is for our emotions. Sometimes no matter what men do, the thrill flickers and then it’s gone. They take the familiar route, but inexplicably, this time the clitoris is the … Read full post »
We sit across a table,
a gloved hand arranges objects
forged out of heat—crystal, china, silver.
A perfect setting for mind quests, loving jests, secrets confessed.
But the bantering cantor of past conversation
is gone, replaced by the slow… Read full post »
As an occasional reviewer of sex-related products, I sometimes find “surprise” packages at my front door. Two weeks ago I received a nondescript cardboard box, but the content was anything but ordinary. What did I discover when I rummaged through the tissue paper? The cone vibrator. … Read full post »
It was a head-on collision without a proper introduction
the way we met.
Certain that it was destiny
pioneered by past lives,
we were children on a tilt-a-wheel
dizzy and in constant revolution.
Adrift in our primal… Read full post »
Certain words I dread (“We need to schedule two more dental appointments”) while others I would kill to hear (“Ann Coulter’s physician confirms sex-change operation”).
And then there are statements that defy imagination, such as; “My husband gave me the… Read full post »
I’ve come masked to this carnival of confidences.
“That’s the problem,” she says.
The Harlequin and Hellequin
have no place at this operating table.”
I think about leaving, but then remembering
that I have a lifetime membership,… Read full post »