A View of the Film CAROL: The Specter of Maternal Self-Doubt
Please welcome back Laurie Hollman, Ph.D to my blog today!
It’s These Cuts That Help Shape Who I Am by guest @JeanneSpicuzza
Please welcome amazing artist, poet, screenwriter and filmmaker (The Scarapist) Jeanne Marie Spicuzza back to my blog. I’m honored to have her here again to update us on her story of how The Scarapist (the scary therapist) came to be, how it affected her personally, and how she’s sharing her story to prevent others from experiencing a similar fate.
This is Why Love and Marriage are a Big Lie by @banishedcougar
Please welcome guest writer, Peter Olsen: blogger, mental health advocate, suicide survivor and all-around cool dude. I love how Peter shares openly about living with mental illness to help others and educate. Please leave your respectful comments below. 
BABYSITTING NIGHTMARE PART ONE
SITTER A
How Multiple-Personality Disorder Ruined my Marriage by guest @CiaraBallintyne
When I ask my guests to share a real, honest story — no holds barred — sometimes I have to coach or pull it out of them a bit. Not in this case. Ciara is a fierce tiger of a woman and if I’m ever in Australia and need an attorney, there’s no doubt who I’m gonna call. She’s also, as you’ll read here, a terrific writer.
GETTING OFF…TOPIC (guest post)
THE VAGINA RULES (guest post)
I’m thrilled to present the hilariously talented writer Erica Lucke Dean. Here’s her bio:
I write romantic comedy, paranormal, and suspense novels. I blog about life and other assorted ridiculous things. And I laugh at myself when I trip.
I now present her terrifically funny post. This chick and I understand each other so well.
The Vagina Rules
I was chatting with a friend the other day.
We were basically having a group venting session, dredging up everything that irritates us about life, and people in general. It felt really good to give the proverbial “stab” to the things we find annoying. And when talking about the stuff that bugs us, the conversation always manages to come around to the topic of men…specifically husbands.
So this is how it went…Fake people? Stab. Snobby people? Stab. Husbands? Stab, stab, stab!!!
Living with a man is often enough to make a girl dream of a deserted island, a bottle of chardonnay, and a dirty romance novel. And “honey” can stay at home, thank you very much!
My friend finally summed it up by saying, “When it comes to men…honestly, I only like the sex. But I could get that without having to live with them.”
Food for thought, for sure.
But I had to disagree. I like having a guy. I just wish I didn’t have to deal with his shit.
For example…My husband has this really annoying habit of refusing to talk to me just because I don’t understand what he’s trying to say. I can’t seem to drill it into his head that he needs to explain things. I mean, really explain things. I was like…dude, I’m a woman. We need more words. Lots of words. Full sentences if you can manage it. Hell, if you have time, draw a map.
The more information the better.
Did hubby get the point? Of course not. Instead, he gave me the cold shoulder for the rest of the evening.
And he wonders why I get pissed off.
What is it about guys?
They say they love women. They claim to want a woman in their lives. But they refuse to understand the inner workings of a woman.
So what’s a girl to do?
I just gave it to him straight. “If you want a vagina…you have to play by the vagina’s rules.”
And ladies, let’s face it…the vagina has a whole lot of rules.
This vagina likes to be talked to. And listened to. I don’t mean gaping at me with a dazed expression and the faint sound of crickets chirping in the background. No, I want real listening. The kind that might even include appropriate responses from time to time. I know you’re pretending to listen. You know you’re pretending to listen. Let’s just stop pretending and actually talk.
It’s called a “conversation” guys. I know…big word. Look it up.
The vagina also likes attention. But I don’t mean JUST the vagina. You guys seem to think there’s only part of a woman that needs attention. Trust me…that’s as far from the truth as you can get. I know it’s a foreign concept. I know the penis is the control center of the man.
But like I said before…if you want a vagina you’d better figure out how it works.
Think of the vagina as a sink. It’s a broad generalization, but stay with me here. If you want to fill a sink with water, no amount of touching the sink is going to get the job done. You have to turn on the faucet. The faucet is the control center.
Are you still with me?
Find the control center in the woman. Start with the conversation (that’s the talking part, remember?); from there, you can find your way to the other stuff.
Basically, a vagina is a complex organism controlled by an even more complex organism…a woman. But trust me, if you take the time to figure it out, your life (and ours) will be a whole lot easier.
So I’m sure you’re wondering how my husband responded to my list of rules. The same way he responds to everything…in as few words as possible. Hey, it’s all good. For as little as he said, I’m pretty sure he got the point.
A vagina has a whole lot of rules, but what it all comes down to is this…
Vaginas rule!
Comments welcome, retweets and mentions loved.
You should follow Erica on her blog here, Twitter and Facebook. Somehow she blogs every day and still has a family and like, three books in submission with agents. I think she’s part Borg.
Be sure to join me back here on Saturday, 10/22 for Blog Tour de Force to win your free copy of THE EVIL WITHIN horror anthology as well as all twelve participating authors’ books AND a chance at a free Kindle. Yea, baby.
LAUGHING AT OTHERS (A GUEST POST BY LORCA DAMON)
I’m thrilled to present you with one of my favorite writers, Lorca Damon. She’s smart, funny, and we cannot get through a conversation without laughing our asses off. That’s always a good sign for a guest post, right?
Well, when I learned more about Lorca’s real life, I found myself even more astounded by her amazing sense of humor. I hope you can see why, too.
YIN MY YANG, BABY
I clean.