The first time I saw The Vagina Monologues was in 1996 when it was off, off, off Broadway. Friends of mine who'd seen the play had alerted me that the author and sole performer, Eve Ensler, mentioned my workshops. That evening I sat in a small theater listening to a charming young woman who talked about my Women's Sexuality Workshops with a distorted view of what I'd been doing for over twenty-five years. She called it "The Vagina Workshop." Never in my wildest nightmare would I have ever considered using the word vagina to describe the work I'd been doing.

Dear Miss Betty:

March 1st is the anniversary of my first orgasm and I felt it time to thank you for your role in that. After stumbling upon your website two years ago in dire sexual frustration over my "inability" to orgasm, I was inspired by the empowering nature of the material you and Grant have included and proceeded to lay down to enjoy my own sexual responses. Before I knew it - fireworks! I wept and released years' worth of inadequacy.

These are some of the responses I received after penning my essay Fucking Like a Feminist where I posed the question: What does fucking like a feminist mean to you?

Hello Betty,

Before I start off, I must say that I am really enjoying everything that you and all your readers and contributors have put out on here.
It's great to get some frank talk about sex and masturbation.

Leonore Tiefer is a friend and colleague who's spent the last decade of her life fighting Big Pharma to keep women safe from the all-consuming pursuit of "pink viagra" - the tiny little pill that can give all women the sex lives of their dreams.

She single-handedly blocked the release of the testosterone patch for women.  They hadn't conducted one safety study and she wasn't going to let them medicalize menopause at the expense of women's lives.