Thursday, July 10, 2014

A Hunk of Burning Love --Oh, Yeah!

By Ms. Teri
Years ago, I spent some time as the feature editor at a small-town Texas newspaper. I grew up in Florida so it was fun to pick up stakes and move to the bigger, broader, taller-tale-d flatlands of Texas. I still miss the barbeque and Tex-Mex restaurants there that served platters of food for one that would feed an entire herd of cowboys.

Every Friday night after work, a group of us would head out to a finger-lickin’, butt-kicking bar to toss back a few margaritas and some ribs. One night, my friend Laura had way too many margaritas and started telling funny stories about her husband. When the waitress brought our chips and guacamole, she brought a bowl of jalapeƱo peppers. I had never heard of jalapeƱos let alone tasted one, but I had had enough margaritas to bravely try one. That was my first mistake. My eyes were watering, my mouth was burning and my stomach felt like it was on fire. It was all I could do to sit there and pretend nothing was going on. I needed another margarita, fast!

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Come On Baby, Light My Fire!

By Ms. Teri
In the ‘70s, I found myself out of college, married briefly, and divorced. It was an incredible time for women and we believed the sky was the limit. Jobs were easy to get, but equal pay was not. We had arrived and would “bring home the bacon” while we ran households, took care of others and tried to do and have it all. My ex-husband was my first sexual partner, so when the Sexual Revolution knocked on my door, I was ready to salute our newfound freedom. It was our own version of “Girl’s Gone Wild,” without the wet T-shirts, the internet or sexting. I guess it was pretty tame by today’s standards, but it was a thrilling time for me and most of the women I knew.
One day as I arrived home from my cub reporter job at the small newspaper in my hometown, I got a call from a guy I had gone to high school with. Mike was one of the “popular” guys – football player, homecoming king, smart and very cute. He was a year ahead of me in school and I figured he didn’t even know I existed.  He was in law school and wondered if I might come and see him at the University of Florida sometime. I packed my new freedom flag and headed for a weekend of sexual bliss in Gainesville. I was a kamikaze lover driving my hot wheels to a weekend of lust and passion. Mike didn’t know what hit him. I was so ready to be that new kind of woman – sexually open, unashamed, willing to tell a lover (make that DEMAND) what I wanted. This was a new and, I believed, a more exciting ME.
It scared the shit out of Mike.
Sometimes passion and new freedoms make us selfish – not that there is anything wrong with that – but I realized then that maybe choosing to sleep with someone just because you can doesn’t mean it will be wonderful, or even a little bit exciting. You just can’t make sparks fly when there is no match to light the fire. 
This flashback was inspired by the stories in BEDROOM ROULETTE: Changing Lives and Love in the ‘70s. Read it and remember if you were alive and sexually active in the ‘70s. Read it anyway even if you weren’t. You’ll learn stuff about your mom or your grandmother.