If your Grandma was like mine, she'd have a pitter patter of proverbs or little sayings from her own childhood that she'd slip into our conversation to make a point, often a moral one [indeed!].
It's as simple as it sounds: tell your partner exactly what you like about their body -- ideally during sex, and ideally using your best dirty talk voice.
This is where the end of time begins, where the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse first rode out of the starting gate, where the Seven Seals were opened and the Seven Angels sounded the Seven Trumpet blasts, where the blinding vision of Armageddon, final battle between good and evil, first burst forth.
We often feel helpless in our daily lives -- God know I do. Superhero? Not so much. No obvious superhero power or even fab
If you're religious to the point you refuse evolution as a concept, this is not the play for you. But for the rest of the world, Coming is that bitch-slap that will shock you and leave its impression after you leave.
Do we all become infected with the disease of cynicism and give into our basest instincts and fears or do we start a new story about who we are and who we can be for each other?