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I am a stay-at-home girlfriend. When my boyfriend goes off to work, I spend my days cooking, cleaning our two-bedroom Greenpoint apartment and trying to look good for him when he comes home. I never planned on this lifestyle; my corporate job of four years was outsourced in October when we were already living together. What was a matter of convenience before is now a matter of financial survival — while I’ve always been someone who’s really into keeping her boyfriend happy (that’s how I was raised), it’s now my primary occupation after job-seeking. I’m not alone. I was actually the third of my female friends living with her boyfriend to wind up out of work, and all of us, to some degree, adhere to stereotypically Stepfordish rules to keep our relationships afloat and ourselves sane. Here are mine: Read the rest of this entry »
Booty call? Cover your apps
Not only was yesterday Valentine’s Day, it was also National Condom Awareness Day. Since 1971, mama-bear NYC has been distributing free condoms in hopes of making NYC the safest place to have sex. Now the NYC Department of Health has free condom displays in more than 3,000 venues, including community centers, clubs, cafes and stores. Where am I going to find free condoms closest to me when I need it, you ask? Well, now, there’s an app for that. Read the rest of this entry »
One quiet night a couple of weeks ago, I was pumping away on my sewing machine in my apartment in Bed-Stuy when my neighbor, Stephanie, knocked on my door to ask if I could hem a skirt for her. She took out a bag from Cookie’s, the children’s department store on Fulton Street, and proceeded to lay out all the makings of a Catholic school girl’s uniform: knee socks, hair ribbons, a pleated skirt in a girl’s size large.
Her explanation? The guy she was planning on seeing Saturday night had requested this particular getup for their rendezvous. Read the rest of this entry »
Step 1: Please wash the box before repeat use.
this is probably the one. The last week of the year is the time to download all those albums on top 10 lists to pretend like you’ve been into them all year long and to skim the best books of the year for conversation fodder so you can seem lit savvy, so why not get caught up on all that’s new in sex in 2011? If you missed Babeland’s more than 100 workshops this year (tips on HJs, BJs, bondage, you know, your usual Park Slope chit chat), get a crash course at the shop’s free Top 10 Sex Tips of 2011 event Dec. 31 at 12:30pm. Babeland will “let you in on the best positions and oral sex techniques of 2011,” which makes us wonder: does that much in sex change from year to year? Ah gad, this is what I miss by staying home downloading albums and reading all year.
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I am a stay-at-home girlfriend. When my boyfriend goes off to work, I spend my days cooking, cleaning our two-bedroom Greenpoint apartment and trying to look good for him when he comes home. I never planned on this lifestyle; my corporate job of four years was outsourced in October when we were already living together. What was a matter of convenience before is now a matter of financial survival — while I’ve always been someone who’s really into keeping her boyfriend happy (that’s how I was raised), it’s now my primary occupation after job-seeking. I’m not alone. I was actually the third of my female friends living with her boyfriend to wind up out of work, and all of us, to some degree, adhere to stereotypically Stepfordish rules to keep our relationships afloat and ourselves sane. Here are mine: Read the rest of this entry »
Booty call? Cover your apps
Not only was yesterday Valentine’s Day, it was also National Condom Awareness Day. Since 1971, mama-bear NYC has been distributing free condoms in hopes of making NYC the safest place to have sex. Now the NYC Department of Health has free condom displays in more than 3,000 venues, including community centers, clubs, cafes and stores. Where am I going to find free condoms closest to me when I need it, you ask? Well, now, there’s an app for that. Read the rest of this entry »
One quiet night a couple of weeks ago, I was pumping away on my sewing machine in my apartment in Bed-Stuy when my neighbor, Stephanie, knocked on my door to ask if I could hem a skirt for her. She took out a bag from Cookie’s, the children’s department store on Fulton Street, and proceeded to lay out all the makings of a Catholic school girl’s uniform: knee socks, hair ribbons, a pleated skirt in a girl’s size large.
Her explanation? The guy she was planning on seeing Saturday night had requested this particular getup for their rendezvous. Read the rest of this entry »
