Sexcapades with St. Augustine

Oh, baby. Awwwwww, yeaaaahhhhhh, you know that’s right. We’re talkin’ ’bout sex, ’cause you know that’s what you’re thinkin’ about. Let’s talk about sex, baby, let’s talk about you and…Augustine? Oh, yeah, Augustine, girl (or boy, as it were).  That sly dog.  The Church Father who puts the “hip” in Hippo. Because, seriously, Augustine loved […]

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My broken sex

I don’t think “obsessed” is a strong enough word to describe our cultural relationship with sex. We worship it. And I am as guilty as anyone (contributing to the struggle I’m having with my tone as I write this). We bow down at the feet of sex: to have mind-numbing, toe-curling sex however and as […]

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