My photo from the 2010 Sex Bloggers Calendar.

Hey Rockstars,

I love the people in my life. 
I know official goddesses like writer and activist Megan Carpentier who recently asked women in a New York Press article, “If your vagina could speak, how would she sound and what would she say.”
  • My vagina would have the sing-songy British West Indian accent that you might hear hawking mangoes and coconut milk in a blazing hot market, yes, South of the Border. 
  • She would extol the virtues of her tasty wares in melodious tones that are even danceable at times. 
  • The song would vary depending on the situation so I can’t reveal exact lyrics but I can guarantee that her tunes are richer than any of the Bravo housewife singles!
And you?