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Forgive Me, Dottoré, For I Have Not Technically Sinned

A patient has an extra-conjugal/religious question for our Naples-based psychiatrist.

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Mariateresa Fichele

“Dottoré, do you know the prayer that goes ‘I have sinned in thoughts, words, and deeds. By what I have done and left undone’?”

“Yes, I know it!”

“Then let me explain my thinking to you.

You must know first that I have sinned in both thoughts and words, but all the times I cheated on my wife I didn’t leave anything undone. I confessed every time, so, technically, I am not a sinner!”

“I’m not an expert on these things, and I don’t mean to judge, but if you say you sinned in thoughts, actions, and so-called confessions of omission — but that you’re not a sinner, then what does that technically make you?”

“An a**hole!


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How Parenthood Reinvented My Sex Life — Confessions Of A Swinging Mom

Between breastfeeding, playdates, postpartum fatigue, birthday fatigues and the countless other aspects of mother- and fatherhood, a Cuban couple tries to find new ways to explore something that is often lost in the middle of the parenting storm: sex.

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Parenting v. intimacy, a delicate balance

Silvana Heredia

HAVANA — It was Summer, 2015. Nine months later, our daughter would be born. It wasn't planned, but I was sure I wouldn't end my first pregnancy. I was 22 years old, had a degree, my dream job and my own house — something unthinkable at that age in Cuba — plus a three-year relationship, and the summer heat.

I remember those months as the most fun, crazy and experimental of my pre-motherhood life. It was the time of my first kiss with a girl, and our first threesome.

Every weekend, we went to the Cuban art factory and ended up at the CornerCafé until 7:00 a.m. That September morning, we were very drunk, and in that second-floor room of my house, it was unbearably hot. The sex was otherworldly. A few days later, the symptoms began.

She arrived when and how she wished. That's how rebellious she is.

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