Sunday, October 2, 2011
NEW BLOG
I have recently succumbed to the Word Press mania and have migrated by blog over there. Visit me at http://hotelgoddess.wordpress.com/
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Love What You Do
Recently I bought a coffee in the Tim Horton’s drive thru. A very pleasant young man took my order and introduced himself as Clark Kent. I chuckled and asked if this was his real name as I read Clark Kent on his name. He said no but today it was his favourite superhero. He proceeded to tell me yesterday was Parker Stevenson and tomorrow would be the Incredible Hulk. Hearing his passion and watching his jovial attitude purely made my day! This guy was working in a Tim Horton’s drive thru but having as much fun and spirit as if he was the actual superhero!
Clark Kent’s real message is to love what you do! I’m certain the Tim Horton’s colleague hand book probably makes no reference to the repercussions of impersonating superheroes however I think Clark Kent is their best company ambassador. He loves what he does and tells the world through his commitment to customer service accompanied by an enormous smile on his face.
Clark Kent tells us several lessons:
1. Love What You Do. The opposite holds even more truth; - don’t do it if you don’t love it. We’ve all had jobs in our life that were crutches between our next great gig. What Clark shows us is love what you’re doing even if it is serving coffee in a drive thru. This drive thru experience was by far my greatest and one I’ll soon not forget
2. Attitude. No matter the situation, we are governed by our attitude. We can decide to wallow in the sorrows of a less than favourable situation or can we make the best of it; creating a virus around us. It must get cold hanging out a drive thru window however I would never have known that with Clark Kent. I guess being a superhero gives you special powers to tolerate the cold.
3. Always Laugh. Laughing is infectious and it’s hard not to laugh with others who are laughing. There is good, clean humour to be found it almost any situation and most people will laugh with you, not at you. Studies indicate people have a much healthier lifestyle when they laugh regularly. Make it a regular habit to laugh daily.
4. Challenge The Status Quo. I’m 99.9% certain Tim Horton’s does not endorse employees creating adhoc superhero names listed on their name tags. Clark Kent wasn’t concerned with that; he was focused on creating very positive customer service interactions and a jovial work environment.
We have all experienced those less than favourable customer interactions of someone who doesn't love what they do. Do us all a favour: don’t do if you don't love it.
Clark Kent’s real message is to love what you do! I’m certain the Tim Horton’s colleague hand book probably makes no reference to the repercussions of impersonating superheroes however I think Clark Kent is their best company ambassador. He loves what he does and tells the world through his commitment to customer service accompanied by an enormous smile on his face.
Clark Kent tells us several lessons:
1. Love What You Do. The opposite holds even more truth; - don’t do it if you don’t love it. We’ve all had jobs in our life that were crutches between our next great gig. What Clark shows us is love what you’re doing even if it is serving coffee in a drive thru. This drive thru experience was by far my greatest and one I’ll soon not forget
2. Attitude. No matter the situation, we are governed by our attitude. We can decide to wallow in the sorrows of a less than favourable situation or can we make the best of it; creating a virus around us. It must get cold hanging out a drive thru window however I would never have known that with Clark Kent. I guess being a superhero gives you special powers to tolerate the cold.
3. Always Laugh. Laughing is infectious and it’s hard not to laugh with others who are laughing. There is good, clean humour to be found it almost any situation and most people will laugh with you, not at you. Studies indicate people have a much healthier lifestyle when they laugh regularly. Make it a regular habit to laugh daily.
4. Challenge The Status Quo. I’m 99.9% certain Tim Horton’s does not endorse employees creating adhoc superhero names listed on their name tags. Clark Kent wasn’t concerned with that; he was focused on creating very positive customer service interactions and a jovial work environment.
We have all experienced those less than favourable customer interactions of someone who doesn't love what they do. Do us all a favour: don’t do if you don't love it.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
I never want to be like my mother
Most people have uttered those words about their mother in their lifetime; whether under their breath, behind her back or even a brave few have said it to her face. Our fearless mothers are the mavens of discipline, the custodians of manners and the matriarchs of our family values. For most, there have been many disagreements with mom and we professed we never wanted to be like her when we grew up. Afterall, what does she know and how could she possibly understand us?
My mother is the youngest of four girls from a well respected family. The apple of her father’s eye; a wealthy descendant of ship chandlers, she longed for nothing in her life. In her generation my mother was privileged to attend teachers college, complements of her mother; a beloved educator. Despite these luxuries, my mother’s sole aspiration in life was to marry the man of her dreams and raise a family. Five daughters later, my mother epitomized marital and domestic bliss with the picture-perfect home that would make even June Cleaver and Martha Stewart green with envy.
With complete devotion and pride, my mother hand-sewed five perfectly coordinated sets of gingham bedspreads and pillow shams for her daughters; I still have my lime green set. She would tenderly braid the hair of her five girls and tie coordinating ribbons at the ends to match our dresses. As my sisters and I cultivated our own lives, we would swiftly call mom to ask for a recipe, seek her advice or approval of life’s moments. My mom was at the birth of each grandchild; never missed a birthday; was an ear to bend during an argument with our husband; and was the shoulder to cry on during despair.
I spoke with my mom today and she struggled to talk. My mother commences the conversation by asking who I am; she does not remember any of her five daughters let alone her own name. My mom has lived with Alzheimer’s for over six years and it has hastily deteriorated a strong, intelligent mother, wife, sister, daughter, grandmother and friend. She cannot make a piece of toast, brush her teeth or even put on her socks. My mom cannot complete a sentence and makes random ramblings no one can interpret. My mom has been examined by medical specialists throughout Canada, been prescribed experimental medicines and has participated in all available treatments; - each time with a new hope that quickly fades.
Although mom is alive in body, her mind and spirit died when Alzheimer’s took hold. For the family, we have no choice but to endure an agonizing torment minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day as we watch her quality of life deteriorate. Despite our consummate wealth to afford our mother anything she needs we are powerless over this disease. We can never free her of this evil.
I never want to be like my mother.
My mother is the youngest of four girls from a well respected family. The apple of her father’s eye; a wealthy descendant of ship chandlers, she longed for nothing in her life. In her generation my mother was privileged to attend teachers college, complements of her mother; a beloved educator. Despite these luxuries, my mother’s sole aspiration in life was to marry the man of her dreams and raise a family. Five daughters later, my mother epitomized marital and domestic bliss with the picture-perfect home that would make even June Cleaver and Martha Stewart green with envy.
With complete devotion and pride, my mother hand-sewed five perfectly coordinated sets of gingham bedspreads and pillow shams for her daughters; I still have my lime green set. She would tenderly braid the hair of her five girls and tie coordinating ribbons at the ends to match our dresses. As my sisters and I cultivated our own lives, we would swiftly call mom to ask for a recipe, seek her advice or approval of life’s moments. My mom was at the birth of each grandchild; never missed a birthday; was an ear to bend during an argument with our husband; and was the shoulder to cry on during despair.
I spoke with my mom today and she struggled to talk. My mother commences the conversation by asking who I am; she does not remember any of her five daughters let alone her own name. My mom has lived with Alzheimer’s for over six years and it has hastily deteriorated a strong, intelligent mother, wife, sister, daughter, grandmother and friend. She cannot make a piece of toast, brush her teeth or even put on her socks. My mom cannot complete a sentence and makes random ramblings no one can interpret. My mom has been examined by medical specialists throughout Canada, been prescribed experimental medicines and has participated in all available treatments; - each time with a new hope that quickly fades.
Although mom is alive in body, her mind and spirit died when Alzheimer’s took hold. For the family, we have no choice but to endure an agonizing torment minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day as we watch her quality of life deteriorate. Despite our consummate wealth to afford our mother anything she needs we are powerless over this disease. We can never free her of this evil.
I never want to be like my mother.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
queer on film in Vancouver
I have lived on the West Coast for most of my adult life however this is the first time I have heard of the Vancouver Queer Film Festival. A celebration of diversity and talent, the festival is in its 22nd year and runs for eleven days . Click here to read my latest article.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Has video truly killed the radio star?!
Recently I attempted to purchase an item that was advertised in the weekly flyer of a large upscale department store. It did not go as planned and left me wondering if there is any customer service left in the world.
With flyer in hand, I eagerly arrived at the department store. In fact, I was having an absolutely fabulous day. It was a leisurely Saturday with coffee close by as my darling kitty's fur gleamed in the morning sun and I tweeted on Twitter. I decided nothing would quite complete the day until I had secured the advertised fragrance I had been waiting to acquire.
When I entered the store, it seemed like they were waiting for me. Everything I liked was on sale! I made a few purchases before making my way to the fragrance counter. The cosmetics and fragrance department was my crème de la crème. I am not quite sure I find as much pleasure exploring, sampling and pampering my soul, mind and spirit. That is until I met her. The Dreaded Cosmetic Rogue. You know the type; - this-is-just-another-random-job-to-pay-the-bills-type. I-loathe-everyday-I-awake-and-have-to-come-into-this-place; let-alone-serve-customers. In addition, her clothes were dated, her hair lacked grooming and she did not engage in a single bit of makeup; - a true oddity this woman was supposed to be an ambassador for the company and a representation of the cosmetics guru so many of us rely on for cosmetic and fragrance advice.
I approached the counter to request the said item. Ms. Rogue informed me they didn’t have any in stock. I asked her if she thought they might receive any more. Ms. Rogue said no. She then proceeded to tell me it was a bit of “lure and bait” tactic and any time there was an advertised special, they rarely received any more than 1-2 of the advertised item. Ms. Rogue did try to sell me a different item for an additional $150 however I declined. I left the store a little more than deflated. In this one despicable moment, all my special times were starting to unravel. This store was the place of special memories, of happy times, of sweet indulgences. I was hoping it was all a bad dream.
I decided the best fix was a little retail therapy and proceeded to the competitor’s store. After fulfilling my sensational retail therapy, I returned home to provide an email to the customer service department of Ms. Rogue’s store.
Within a few days, I was contacted via email regarding my complaint. Unfortunately for me the customer service recipient of the email was completely oblivious and disengaged in the genuine nature of my initial complaint. What followed was an incredibly tedious process and it was not until almost a week later that the district manager and store manager contacted me to apologize and make the situation better. They both agreed the store encounter and follow-up process should never have happened in the nature in which it did. They assured me they would optimize the situations for future coaching and development with their teams.
All in all, I am left with some sense of resolution. However the situation has left me with an overwhelming sense that humanity is starting to lose its grip with reality. My problems were simple and easily avoidable. The people I encountered were not incapable of resolving the situations. My unfortunate experience is remarkably common and I encounter similar shortcomings of customer service regularly. I wonder if society conditioned us to accept the service these people were dishing out? Are we allowing ourselves to become immune to commanding and accepting genuine customer service?
The Internet has revolutionized how we interact in all aspects of our life and many people shop online. In light of this, there are a growing number of businesses closing up shop and many consumers resort to the Internet to fulfill retail therapy.
Based on my recent disengagements in customer service, I am inclined to avoid bricks and mortar shopping experiences all together and point, click and shop with my mouse, eliminating the unfortunate interactions completely. By adopting this approach and attitude, I am endorsing un-customer service.
Video has killed the radio star...I'll be shopping online for cosmetics this coming Saturday.
With flyer in hand, I eagerly arrived at the department store. In fact, I was having an absolutely fabulous day. It was a leisurely Saturday with coffee close by as my darling kitty's fur gleamed in the morning sun and I tweeted on Twitter. I decided nothing would quite complete the day until I had secured the advertised fragrance I had been waiting to acquire.
When I entered the store, it seemed like they were waiting for me. Everything I liked was on sale! I made a few purchases before making my way to the fragrance counter. The cosmetics and fragrance department was my crème de la crème. I am not quite sure I find as much pleasure exploring, sampling and pampering my soul, mind and spirit. That is until I met her. The Dreaded Cosmetic Rogue. You know the type; - this-is-just-another-random-job-to-pay-the-bills-type. I-loathe-everyday-I-awake-and-have-to-come-into-this-place; let-alone-serve-customers. In addition, her clothes were dated, her hair lacked grooming and she did not engage in a single bit of makeup; - a true oddity this woman was supposed to be an ambassador for the company and a representation of the cosmetics guru so many of us rely on for cosmetic and fragrance advice.
I approached the counter to request the said item. Ms. Rogue informed me they didn’t have any in stock. I asked her if she thought they might receive any more. Ms. Rogue said no. She then proceeded to tell me it was a bit of “lure and bait” tactic and any time there was an advertised special, they rarely received any more than 1-2 of the advertised item. Ms. Rogue did try to sell me a different item for an additional $150 however I declined. I left the store a little more than deflated. In this one despicable moment, all my special times were starting to unravel. This store was the place of special memories, of happy times, of sweet indulgences. I was hoping it was all a bad dream.
I decided the best fix was a little retail therapy and proceeded to the competitor’s store. After fulfilling my sensational retail therapy, I returned home to provide an email to the customer service department of Ms. Rogue’s store.
Within a few days, I was contacted via email regarding my complaint. Unfortunately for me the customer service recipient of the email was completely oblivious and disengaged in the genuine nature of my initial complaint. What followed was an incredibly tedious process and it was not until almost a week later that the district manager and store manager contacted me to apologize and make the situation better. They both agreed the store encounter and follow-up process should never have happened in the nature in which it did. They assured me they would optimize the situations for future coaching and development with their teams.
All in all, I am left with some sense of resolution. However the situation has left me with an overwhelming sense that humanity is starting to lose its grip with reality. My problems were simple and easily avoidable. The people I encountered were not incapable of resolving the situations. My unfortunate experience is remarkably common and I encounter similar shortcomings of customer service regularly. I wonder if society conditioned us to accept the service these people were dishing out? Are we allowing ourselves to become immune to commanding and accepting genuine customer service?
The Internet has revolutionized how we interact in all aspects of our life and many people shop online. In light of this, there are a growing number of businesses closing up shop and many consumers resort to the Internet to fulfill retail therapy.
Based on my recent disengagements in customer service, I am inclined to avoid bricks and mortar shopping experiences all together and point, click and shop with my mouse, eliminating the unfortunate interactions completely. By adopting this approach and attitude, I am endorsing un-customer service.
Video has killed the radio star...I'll be shopping online for cosmetics this coming Saturday.
Seen and be seen...
Sometimes there are places we encounter and just know it is one of those places you want to be seen having frequented. J Lounge in Davie Village is one of those places.
Click here to see get a taste of J Lounge in Vancouver.
Click here to see get a taste of J Lounge in Vancouver.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Proud for Pride
We are blessed to live in the most culturely diverse and rich country; - Canada.
Pride Vancouver gets ready to celebrate its 37th festival and here is a look at some of the festivities planned!
Click here to link to my latest article.
Enjoy.
Pride Vancouver gets ready to celebrate its 37th festival and here is a look at some of the festivities planned!
Click here to link to my latest article.
Enjoy.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Rose Coloured Glasses
Recently I had the pleasure of staying at Vancouver's newest and sexiest hotel. It was an amazing stay which brought back fond memories of when I moved to Vancouver in pursuit of a great hotel career. Well, it is almost 20 years later and this weekend also brought me back to reality and reminded me how much I take for granted in my privileged of careers.
As a hotel executive, I have access to several travel benefits for which I rarely take the time to enjoy. I stress TAKE TIME to enjoy. I usually am busily and happily taking care of the guests who stay at our hotels with optimal pleasure.
My view of a great hotel is acutely different than those who usually stay in our hotels. As someone who works in hotels, we are often referred to as "hotel snobs". Extremely high standards, we look for faults and know exactly how things should act out in the hotel.
My stay was pretty routine however it is the things I observed which made me realize who very different things looks through my "glasses".
It didn't phase me to see a sequin-clad "lady" in the cafe at 10am; - afterall they have to make a living. A hotel is a public place and unless someone is obsenely out of place or of illicit behaviour, we think nothing of it.
I never thought twice about ordering a Lemon Drop martini in the Lobby Bar which was not on the menu. Afterall, we're breed to believe the customer always comes first, whatever they ask for, we deliver (within reason...)
I played with my espresso machine making three decaf espressos complete with cup and saucer, times three.
I lounged in my suite's enormous soaker tub while browsing Nuvo magazine watching my adjacent in-mirror TV directly proceeded by a 35 minute rain shower, using all the towels, slippers and bathrobe.
I sat amidst the clouds on the 21st floor exclusive lounge patio admiring the North Shore mountains sipping wine and eating canapes. I busily looked for faults but couldn't find any!
And before I checked out, I took the time to neatly group the dirty towels, throw the sheets up, collect all the clutter and neatly leave the room. Never in a million years would a "hotel snob" leave their room in disarray. In twenty years, I've always "cleaned" my own room.
Call it crazy, but many of us tidy our room before leaving. I think it is the intimate compassion and appreciation we have for the work the housekeepers and everyone in the hotel performs. They work hard to please the guests who keep coming back and ultimately keep the circle of business flowing.
Afterall most of us did their job once. I guess you could say we wear rose coloured glasses.
As a hotel executive, I have access to several travel benefits for which I rarely take the time to enjoy. I stress TAKE TIME to enjoy. I usually am busily and happily taking care of the guests who stay at our hotels with optimal pleasure.
My view of a great hotel is acutely different than those who usually stay in our hotels. As someone who works in hotels, we are often referred to as "hotel snobs". Extremely high standards, we look for faults and know exactly how things should act out in the hotel.
My stay was pretty routine however it is the things I observed which made me realize who very different things looks through my "glasses".
It didn't phase me to see a sequin-clad "lady" in the cafe at 10am; - afterall they have to make a living. A hotel is a public place and unless someone is obsenely out of place or of illicit behaviour, we think nothing of it.
I never thought twice about ordering a Lemon Drop martini in the Lobby Bar which was not on the menu. Afterall, we're breed to believe the customer always comes first, whatever they ask for, we deliver (within reason...)
I played with my espresso machine making three decaf espressos complete with cup and saucer, times three.
I lounged in my suite's enormous soaker tub while browsing Nuvo magazine watching my adjacent in-mirror TV directly proceeded by a 35 minute rain shower, using all the towels, slippers and bathrobe.
I sat amidst the clouds on the 21st floor exclusive lounge patio admiring the North Shore mountains sipping wine and eating canapes. I busily looked for faults but couldn't find any!
And before I checked out, I took the time to neatly group the dirty towels, throw the sheets up, collect all the clutter and neatly leave the room. Never in a million years would a "hotel snob" leave their room in disarray. In twenty years, I've always "cleaned" my own room.
Call it crazy, but many of us tidy our room before leaving. I think it is the intimate compassion and appreciation we have for the work the housekeepers and everyone in the hotel performs. They work hard to please the guests who keep coming back and ultimately keep the circle of business flowing.
Afterall most of us did their job once. I guess you could say we wear rose coloured glasses.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Californian's will not be kept asunder
California same sex union debate to be captured on film for the world to see. C'mon Californias, you are the gayest state in America, it is time to allow justice.
Click here to read more.
Click here to read more.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Athletes to shine with pride
There are many things to be thankful of living in Canada. Celebrations and opportunties for our LGBT community like these contine to reinforce these feelings.
Click here to read more.
Click here to read more.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
lesbian custody battle with missing child
Former Lesbian denounces homosexuality but flees with child, keeping her away from current lesbian and other parent.
People, grow up and keep your children out of your problem. Both partners deserve to see the child, regardless of their beliefs and lifestyle. As long as no one is getting hurt and the child is well cared for, who cares?!
Read more here
People, grow up and keep your children out of your problem. Both partners deserve to see the child, regardless of their beliefs and lifestyle. As long as no one is getting hurt and the child is well cared for, who cares?!
Read more here
Legal in New Hampshire
Couples basked in matrimony on January 1, 2010 in same-sex unions. Click here to see article.
Monday, December 28, 2009
I Do, I Do finally in Argentina
Imagine if you showed up for your wedding day only to find it would be permanently on hold until a court decides....finally a homosexual couple in Argentina is the first same-sex couple to be legally wed in Latin America.
Read more here.
Read more here.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Mexico City recognizes same sex unions & adoption
It is so wonderful to see another same sex union and adoption victory. Now our friends in Mexico City. Click here to read the article.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
The season is gay and bright
Make gift giving gay and festive for everyone on your list this year. Click here for great ideas!
What I Know for Sure About Women By Mark Leyner
This was posted on Oprah’s website one day and I think it accurately speaks to the humility and strength of most women I know.
1. Even little girls, in all their blithe, unharrowed innocence, have a presentiment of sorrow, hardship, and adversity…of loss. Women, throughout their lives, have an intrinsic and profound understanding of Keats’ sentiments about “Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu.”
2. This sage knowledge of, and ability to abide, the inherently fugitive nature of happiness somehow accounts for the extraordinary beauty of women as they age.
3. Women have an astonishing capacity to maintain their equilibrium in the face of life’s mutability, its unceasing and unforeseeable vicissitudes. And this agility is always in stark and frequently comical contradistinction to men’s naïvely bullish and brittle delusions that things can forever remain exactly the same.
4. Women are forgiving but implacably cognizant.
5. Women are almost never gullible but sometimes relax their vigilance out of loneliness. (And I believe most women abhor loneliness.)
6. In their most casual, offhand, sisterly moments, women are capable of discussing sex in such uninhibited detail that it would cause a horde of carousing Cossacks to cringe.
7. Women are, for all intents and purposes, indomitable. It really requires an almost unimaginable confluence of crushing, cataclysmic forces to vanquish a woman.
8. Women’s instincts for self-preservation and survival can seem to men to be inscrutably unsentimental and sometimes cruel.
9. Women have a very specific kind of courage that enables them to fling themselves into the open sea—whether it’s a new life for themselves, another person’s life, or even what might appear to be a kind of madness.
10. Women never—no matter how old they are—completely relinquish their aristocratic assumption of seductiveness.
And here is one last thing I know—and I know this with a certitude that exceeds anything I’ve said before: that men’s final thoughts in their waking days and in their lives are of women…ardent, wistful thoughts of wives and lovers and daughters and mothers.
1. Even little girls, in all their blithe, unharrowed innocence, have a presentiment of sorrow, hardship, and adversity…of loss. Women, throughout their lives, have an intrinsic and profound understanding of Keats’ sentiments about “Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu.”
2. This sage knowledge of, and ability to abide, the inherently fugitive nature of happiness somehow accounts for the extraordinary beauty of women as they age.
3. Women have an astonishing capacity to maintain their equilibrium in the face of life’s mutability, its unceasing and unforeseeable vicissitudes. And this agility is always in stark and frequently comical contradistinction to men’s naïvely bullish and brittle delusions that things can forever remain exactly the same.
4. Women are forgiving but implacably cognizant.
5. Women are almost never gullible but sometimes relax their vigilance out of loneliness. (And I believe most women abhor loneliness.)
6. In their most casual, offhand, sisterly moments, women are capable of discussing sex in such uninhibited detail that it would cause a horde of carousing Cossacks to cringe.
7. Women are, for all intents and purposes, indomitable. It really requires an almost unimaginable confluence of crushing, cataclysmic forces to vanquish a woman.
8. Women’s instincts for self-preservation and survival can seem to men to be inscrutably unsentimental and sometimes cruel.
9. Women have a very specific kind of courage that enables them to fling themselves into the open sea—whether it’s a new life for themselves, another person’s life, or even what might appear to be a kind of madness.
10. Women never—no matter how old they are—completely relinquish their aristocratic assumption of seductiveness.
And here is one last thing I know—and I know this with a certitude that exceeds anything I’ve said before: that men’s final thoughts in their waking days and in their lives are of women…ardent, wistful thoughts of wives and lovers and daughters and mothers.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Gay or nay?
There is no place for hatred in the world no matter the issue. Click here to see MP Brison's saga surrounding his beautiful holiday card.
Wishing MP Brison and everyone a very festive holiday season full of peace, happiness and love~
Wishing MP Brison and everyone a very festive holiday season full of peace, happiness and love~
Friday, December 18, 2009
The season is gay and bright
I love wrapping presents and creating masterpieces for all to behold beneath the Christmas tree. Click here to see some holiday gift giving ideas.
Homo for the holidays
My friends Al and Alex are hosting a party on Saturday night and I cannot wait to attend! I can assure you it will be the most festive party of the entire year. The attention to detail and the exquisiteness of everything will be like nothing you have seen. I am so looking forward to this event!
Read more for holidays tips to have a festive party maximus
Read more for holidays tips to have a festive party maximus
Girl, he's not that into you
While many of us are well aware of our sexaulity, for others the road can be a rocky ride to the destination. Read my latest article here
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