A study recently published by Dutch psychologists showed that when women are sexually aroused, their disgust tolerance increases — not just regarding sex, but across the board.
In the study, the aroused group of women were less disgusted when asked to touch a “bloody” bone (actually it was red ink) or put their hands in a bowl of allegedly used condoms (which were actually not used, but covered in lubricant). The study also contained two other groups of women who were not aroused.
This study makes lots of sense to me. In my clinical practice, I am always looking for ways to help women reduce their aversions to certain sexual acts or bodily fluids. As shown in the study, if they are able to become aroused, they need less assistance. Unfortunately, for the the women I treat, the flames of passion are all too often extinguished. Read more…
So what does a male orgasm feel like? Do orgasms differ drastically between the sexes? On our search to find out what exactly goes on in a man’s head and body during sex, we first examined what we already know:
For starters, the male orgasm is significantly shorter, more intense and can, usually, only be experienced once during a single sex session. Women on the flipside, if properly stimulated, can pop out a series of orgasms with little recovery period. Secondly, the male orgasm unleashes a rush of drowsy hormones—norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin, nictric oxide and the hormone prolactin—making it next to impossible for men not to feel sleepy after sex.
But what exactly does a male orgasm feel like, we wonder. To find out, we asked a few bonafide, penis-owning individuals if they could put it into words that coveted five seconds of orgasmic bliss. What we found? The question was downright hard. Asking men to explain the male orgasm was akin to having them describe the color orange. Regardless, we managed to cull a few truths. Read more…
Have you ever gone to a restaurant with your guy and ordered a milkshake with two straws? Yes? Well, that’s adorable. A milkshake is a nice item to share. Sure, it’s cliché, but at least there’s no mess.
But what about other foods? Is it romantic to share an entrée and to feed each other your dinner? After reading this article on The Gloss, I’ve decided that I think it’s gross when couples feed each other in public. And there are certain foods that, if I saw a couple feeding them to each other, would make me absolutely nauseous. Such as:
1. Spaghetti. Eating spaghetti by myself is a chore. I always end up with sauce all over my face and noodles falling out of my mouth (please tell me I’m not the only one). I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have a set of hands that aren’t mine feeding me this messy dish. It would most likely end in the restaurant being cleared out because our fellow diners are disgusted. The “Lady And The Tramp” thing is just a fantasy! Read more…
Bill and I are a lot alike in many ways. We enjoy the same music and movies; we have a great sex life; and we share similar political and spiritual beliefs. But, when it comes to our eating habits, we are like oil and water. He’s oil; I’m water, and we would not make good salad dressing.
In fact, he hates salad, unless it’s meat. I’m a vegetarian, and his idea of vegetables is French fries with ketchup. “Well, the school board says it’s a vegetable,” he says. … and I’m a food and nutrition professional!
This used to drive me absolutely crazy. Then I realized, none of us has a perfect “I agree-with-you-100-percent-of-the-time” relationship. There’s always going to be something that bugs us about the other person. Read more…
We’ve all heard the expression “The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” But for John and me, food was the quickest way to our first argument. He said I didn’t eat enough of it, and he didn’t mean portion size.
“How can you live in New York City and not try new foods?” John asked on our fourth date, when we’d gone out for pizza. I told him the city was more than a collection of restaurants to me. “I eat to live,” I said frostily. This had always been a good way to shut people up when they said I was too picky. John sighed, “You’re really missing out.”
Having different palates—mine mostly limited to foods children like, John’s overrun with ever-evolving flavors and cuisines—wasn’t a dealbreaker. But I know other couples might not agree. Read more…
I loved ”Mamma Mia!”, the ABBA movie. I loved “Hairspray.” So of course I also loved “Pitch Perfect.” Watching a group of misfits perform everything from Ace of Base to Rihanna together is infectiously, vicariously fun. But aside from the singing (though the singing is so good!) this is a story of unexpected friendships and life-changing love.
The plot is simple: Aubrey (Anna Camp), the Queen Bee of the Barden Bellas, an all-women’s college a cappella group, desperately tries to revive the girls’ reputation after an unfortunate incident at last year’s finals competition: You only have to YouTube “a cappella barf” to find out what that is. Will they or won’t they triumph in finals this time around? Keep reading »