So is this one. Tiger Eyes was my favorite of her books. I can almost see our demographic edging out the teens and tweens when it comes to attendance.

My mom's talk full of stammering and gasping bursts of words. We could and did discuss most things, but sex was apparently the straw that broke the camel's back. So the day after I went to the library and looked it up and came home with Margaret and Our Bodies, Ourselves and a few others.

Mom taught me to read very early, 3 yrs old. Once the basics were out of the way, I was taught how to use a dictionary and the card catalog at the library. Remember those? From that moment on I was set loose to read anything I wanted. If I didn't understand something I was to look it up. If I still had questions, then…

In general, I prefer the clean shaven or nicely trimmed beard. Too thick and all I see is a huge sideways labia on the guys face.

Even went so far as to nearly fry all my hair off with a perm trying to get the right texture. I'd still rock em if I could.

I wanted afro-puffs so bad. I sobbed when my mom explained that my hair (super straight and fine) wouldn't do it.

I wondered the same about vasectomy clinics. Colonoscopy (sp?) clinics. Dental surgery offices. Lasik sugery. And on, and on.

If a woman calls me a slut in a derogatory manner I take it to mean I'm doing the things she wants to do but is too afraid/inhibited to do.