The hip hop world isn’t exactly known for being gay-friendly, what with the frequent homophobic rhymes and someone like 50 Cent going as far as to joke, “I had my homie shoot up a gay wedding” on Twitter. So it was a pretty bold move when rapper Lil B announced last week that his new album will be called I’m Gay. He explained to MTV News that the title is meant to be supportive of the LGBT community. “I’m very gay, but I love women. I’m not attracted to men in any way. I’ve never been attracted to a man in my life. But yes I am gay, I’m so happy. I’m a gay, heterosexual male,” he said. “I got major love for the gay and lesbian community, and I just want to push less separation and that’s why I’m doing it.”
His fans, however, aren’t so thrilled. Keep reading »
I used to trade back rubs for blow jobs. Not with strangers, of course. With my boyfriend at the time. And not half-assed, sitting in front of him on couch with the TV on back rubs either; no, I’m talking lights off, candles burning, soothing background music, scented oil back massages for at least 20 minutes. When he was done, I would sit up, he would lie down, and I would return the favor with oral sex. I wasn’t half-assed about it either; it was often to fruition, although about 40 percent of the time — unless I was on my period — the back massage would get me revved up and we would end up humping. Either way, it was always a successful exchange of services that left both of us satisfied.
This is what Kelly Oxford, writing in GQ, calls “sex bartering,” and she suggests couples everywhere “put sexual favors on the table and start negotiating.” Keep reading »
The romantic gesture: a lovely thing or reserved for creepy stalkers? Blogger Joshua Lyon, writing for Thought Catalog, seems to feel that the romantic gesture is dying. He talks about being branded “scary intense” for writing a letter to a man he had a crush on and suggesting an old-fashioned correspondence. That seems rather sweet to me. Also, he mentions a time when a boyfriend pulled a “Say Anything” and played “In Your Eyes” on a boombox at his window, Lloyd Dobler-style. He found it to be “one of the bravest and most romantic things” anyone had ever done for him. I see what he’s getting at. The grand romantic gesture does deserve a rightful place in the world of wooing. But it can walk the fine line of “creepiness.” Romantic gestures only work when being done by the right person in the right way. For example, a guy I was dating once had a handwritten note couriered over to my office to ask me out on a date. Sweet! Another time, a man I had exchanged a smile with followed me home from the grocery store to leave a letter of admiration on my doorstep. Frightening! After the jump, the difference between sweet/romantic and creepy/romantic. [Thought Catalog] Keep reading »
A new book, A Billion Wicked Thoughts, studied over one billion internet users and uncovered what kind of porn people are really cruising for online. Predictably, the authors found that women are more into erotica than men, and that women’s sexual interests and desires are more fluid and tend to change over time. Total shocker. Results also indicated that both men and women search for pornography involving “youth” most. I am assuming they mean “of age” youth and not “underage” youth. Again, not that surprising considering we are a youth-obsessed culture. Most fascinating though, is what men were found to be turned on by. Find out after the jump. Keep reading »
LeAnn Rimes and Eddie Cibrian are no longer “living in sin,” as my grandma would have said. On Friday night, the two got married, trading their vows—which we hope included the line, “I promise not to fall for my next Lifetime movie co-star”—in front of 40 guests in Malibu. LeAnn quickly took to the web to share her excitement. “Eddie and I are overwhelmed by the amount of lovely well wishes. We are blessed and…. I’m Mrs. Cibrian!!!!!” she wrote on Twitter. Later in the weekend, she typed, “Happy Easter Sunday my beautiful friends! Coffee… me the computer…. Eddie the Sunday newspaper…. waves crashing…. holding hands… nice way to start it. My first Easter as a WIFE!”
Which of course brought the obvious backlash. Keep reading »
My pattern with escape began as a kid.
I am 14 years old and in my pediatrician’s office. My family has just moved back to New York City after a 5-year stint in Massachusetts. I’m turning into one of those surly teenagers. My mother has read
SavingReviving Ophelia and now my father is reading it, too, and I see the sad face of that wispy-haired girl staring up at me from her wrinkled paperback cover every time I pass his bedside table. Dr. Sedlis is asking how school is going. My mother is in the room and she says, “Not too well. It’s a large public school.” This is true. I hate it there. I am lost and they are making me take oboe lessons even though I signed up for piano. The girls are goths and punks and I am neither. Dr. Sedlis advises putting me into private school. Keep reading »