Growing up I didn’t give much thought to the uniqueness of my family. As a teenager I sometimes found certain aspects of family life frustrating or annoying (my ex-step-mother in particular was and still is a nut), but I never felt real shame or embarrassment. I was lucky.

Melissa G. Moore is the daughter of “Happy Face” serial killer, Keith Hunter Jesperson. Between 1990-1995, Jesperson murdered 8 women. He’s currently in the Oregon State Prison serving 3 consecutive life terms. Moore has written a book about her life called  Shattered Silence: The Untold Story of a Serial Killer’s Daughter.

Outwardly, Moore’s father was loving, but she never felt comfortable with him. She related to  Lemondrop about her father giving hints about his secrets:

When I was 12, my dad started giving me clues about the murders. I just figured he was reciting details from his detective novels and crime magazines. But he was actually telling me things he’d done! I remember him saying, “I know how to kill someone and get away with it.” When I was 13, he told me that he would cut buttons off jeans so that there wouldn’t be any fingerprints; at another visit he said he could drag a body under his truck to get rid of the teeth so they couldn’t trace any dental records to the body.

So much of a person’s identity can be tied to their relationship to their parents. I know that as I’ve aged, I’ve noticed the similarities between myself and my parents. I’ve tried to either follow their example or do something in complete opposition to it. I can only imagine the questions that Moore must have had about her father’s motivation or the brutal crimes that he carried out. It puts my father’s sins into perspective, that’s for sure.

You can read the rest of  Melissa G. Moore’s interview with Lemondrop here.

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Shattered Lives

The first time we kissed, he was just off the plane, and although it was nearing the tale-end of a long, stressful day, his breath was fresh and his kiss was sweet. He tasted like fruity gum.  Oh my.

When we kiss, he takes these breaks where he stops and smiles at me, then kisses me some more. I cannot adequately tell you what that does to my heart, but I will try  – it’s like warm, gooey, bursts of love-lava flowing from my heart to my limbs. Bliss. I love kissing that man.

All this kiss talk, it’s because I found this piece at Lemondrop about bad kisses. I appreciate the good kisses I get now, but I’ve kissed my share of bad kissers. A bad kiss can feel like an assault – an assault of bad breath and big, nasty, choking tongue. Ugh.

I think my worst kiss was with a guy who did no lip-kissing. Instead, he went straight for the interior of my mouth – all tongue.  Once inside, he did this circular thing, over and over.  His tongue was huge and I felt like I could not breath, because he smashed his face into mine. It was very unpleasant. I kept trying to lead by example, but he was not having any lip whatsoever.

I wonder if he mistook my gasping for breath as passion, instead of a near-death experience?  Or maybe that guy thinks of me as that weird girl who kept trying to kiss his lips. Maybe I’m the bad kisser?

How about you – do you have any bad kissing stories to share?  What do you think makes a good kiss, good?

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Kisses: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

I’m a girl on the………curvy side and although I went through a period of time when I wasn’t seeing anyone, I’ve always felt that I possessed a certain amount of sexiness. I’ve read about women worrying about their thighs while in the moment and I find that perplexing. When I am “in the moment,” then I am in the moment – not giving the size of my thighs any thought at all.  It probably helps that my boyfriend is on the “curvy” side, as well. I have always felt that he finds me attractive.

The purpose of the study was to bring to light the fact that having an active sex life doesn’t have a whole lot to do with the size of your ass. Doctors may make assumptions based on looks: 

Dr. Marie Harvey, a reproductive health specialist at Oregon State University who worked on the study, frets that your doctors won’t concern themselves with your sexual well-being if they don’t think you’re getting any.

“Some medical practitioners may not do appropriate follow-up with women who are overweight; they might assume they aren’t having sex unless they are told otherwise,” she told reporters.

Ridiculous assumptions based on looks?  So it isn’t so.  <insert snarky snort here>

Health issues aside, a woman who is comfortable in her skin is going to be a happier, more fulfilled person.  She’s going to be confident and attract admirers.  Contrary to what a woman might think, men are not all expecting to find a Victoria’s Secret model’s body underneath her dress.  It’s pretty odd that someone as educated as a doctor could make that same mistake. 

What do you think?  Do you agree with the study’s findings? And if you are feeling especially brave and share-y: Do you feel that your body image has either helped or hurt your sex life?

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Sex and Size