We are incessantly inundated with tips, narratives, and guidelines for how to be sexy.
We’re made to want things, to feel a deep burning ache, to pine. It’s innate to being human. We long for intimacy and connection, for a place and a people where we find peace.
With strength in numbers, Cadets was wildly successful at my church. And then there was our paltry GEMS organization.
The story tells us that when God sees Adam’s loneliness, he decides to create another creature, but not an equal.
You want to tell them what a boner is, so that if they ever come across one in an intimate environment, they know their boyfriend isn’t suddenly suffering from spontaneously protruding intestinal organs.
For example, the medieval church declared you could not have sex on Sundays (or Thursdays, Fridays, or Saturdays).
Dear First Kiss,
Thank you for the pause and rephrase that changed your “can I kiss…” to “can we kiss?”
Let me offer this advice to future Church leaders: when adopting stances towards public figures, be consistent, or be honest.
There are a few things I thought about (as well as a few things I wish I had thought about) by the time I first had sex. Maybe a conversation about the real definition can start there.
Or to put it another way: what happens when marriage comes to be defined by the promise of sex?