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Anatomically Correct ALFs In White Cotton Panties: What Happened When I Decided To Build My Own Boyfriend

Anatomically Correct ALFs In White Cotton Panties: What Happened When I Decided To Build My Own Boyfriend

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

I am writing from my soundproof cell in order to ask a favor. It’s nothing too presumptuous – I know better than to wheedle you good people for clemency. They will keep me in this hotbox forever, and that’s fine. I had a good run of things, and I embrace my punishment.

Don’t Hold Your Breath: Considering The The Psychological Aftermath Of “LadyHawke”

Don’t Hold Your Breath: Considering The The Psychological Aftermath Of “LadyHawke”

In an interview with the Telegraph last week, Michelle Pfeiffer admitted that she was briefly involved with a cult back in the early 80s. I love the idea of tiny, ethereal Michelle gargling ram’s blood, branding initiates, and banging a gong while supervising subterranean orgies, but it wasn’t that kind of a cult. It wasn’t a cool cult.

Davy Jones’ Bare Little English Thighs: Catholic School, Sex Ed, And The Little Prince

Davy Jones’ Bare Little English Thighs: Catholic School, Sex Ed, And The Little Prince

In 1989, I was a fourth grader at the Immaculate Heart of Mary school in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. For some inexplicable reason, the Catholic grade-school version of sex education had been added to the curriculum that year. Life is confusing enough when you’re 9 years old; throwing God and sex into the mix concurrently was more than my tender, dweeby little soul could process.