Sex with an ex is a really bad idea. Whoever came up with the concept of “breakup sex” was either a pathetic masochist or just lazy. Breakup sex isn’t just “one more for the road.” It’s being given a delicious cupcake, then having it slapped out of your mouth. Breakup sex is a fluffy, comfy pillow for you to rest your head on while your neck is in the guillotine. I don’t think you understand me.
Let me rephrase: breakup sex is like getting viciously mugged, then running after the assailant because he forgot to take your watch. I imagine vampires always have breakup sex, because sex with a vampire is always melancholy, awkward, and then there are the tears of blood. Keep reading »
I’m one of the lucky ones. I’m happily married to a man’s man, a gentleman, a scholar, a romantic. He can cook if he’s going to starve, manages the finances and the house, is the primary breadwinner, looks good in a pair of jeans, likes sports and beer, and takes good care of me. He’s one of a kind. If I were out in the dating world right now, I might just throw up my hands and give up. Read more … Keep reading »
It’s Get Along With Your Ex Week here at The Frisky. Though I possess deep, deep reserves of bitterness, I shall set that aside today for the good of the blogosphere. It’s time to be mature. It’s time to be forgiving. Even if you cheated on me, or blatantly flirted with bartenders in front of me, or wrote a gang rape scene in a novel inspired by our breakup, I still learned something from you. So here I go: after the jump, a totally serious, non-sarcastic thank you to all my exes. Keep reading »
Once upon a time, it was all about saving the whales. Now, it’s about saving the males! At least that’s according to Geil magazine, the self-proclaimed international “new man’s style bible.” Their fall 2010 issue features three hot covers to choose from, all boasting a naked dude that really, really needs you to save him, although it’s not clear that dramatic challenge can be met by buying the poor fella some new clothes or buying the magazine. Here’s what the magazine has to say about the matter, care of Google Translate: “Like endangered species such as sea turtles or blue whales, real males on catwalks seem to have disappeared, replaced by skinny ‘womanized’ teenagers carrying handbags and wearing hot pants.” Whatever you say, man. [Les Mads] Keep reading »