It was summer when Andrew and I met. He was a straight-edge hipster DJ—a slutty vegan in organic American Apparel underwear. We had sex the first night we met, the kind of sex that is so good it seems choreographed. The kind that reminds you what kissing is—all catching your heart and secret parts of yourself opening up.
I shouldn’t have left his bed. Maybe then we would have gotten it out of our systems, or gotten to really know each other. But instead I kissed him goodbye and said, “You are really fun. Text me if you want to do it again.” My heart fluttered—an angelfish gasping for air—and our game began. Keep reading »
Noah and the Whale are the kind of cute British boys who wear suspenders, strum ukuleles, and name themselves after their favorite indie movie. (Which would be “The Squid and the Whale,” directed by Noah Bumbach.) Oh, and did we mention the whistling? Their new album, Last Night on Earth, sounds much more produced in a studio rather than recorded in a beach house basement by guys playing with slinkys in between takes. Overall, it has a bit of a Tom Petty vibe, which is strange considering the whole British thing. Still, they give the sound a whimsical spin, naturally.
Last night’s season finale of “The Bachelor” was an incredible letdown. I felt pretty sure a few weeks back, when Brad Womack and Emily Maynard landed on their own private island and he broke into hives while trying to tell her how much he cared about her, that Emily would be his choice in the end. As expected, Brad let Chantal go in a burst of tears and then got down on one knee and slipped a big, glittering diamond on Emily’s finger. “I’ve wanted to tell you I’ve loved you for so long,” he said, before telling her she’s “the one.” Big duh.
But then came the “After the Final Rose” ceremony. Keep reading »
The Argument: Thanks to some newly acquired flesh bumps and shoulder spikes, Gaga bore a striking resemblance to a Klingon during her recent Grammy performance of “Born This Way.” If we don’t punish this blatant thievery now, it’s only a matter of time before Lady Gaga is sporting Commander Riker’s goatee beard on the cover of Vanity Fair.
The Verdict: Worf is victorious. Because Worf always wins.
Sex toys make for adult fun, but nothing can kill the party in your pants quite like having your dirty little secret exposed. Manufacturers have risen to the challenge and have created clever packages for your naughty toys that even Nancy Drew wouldn’t be able to figure out. Phew! Check out 10 sex toys in disguise to help you get off without raising an eyebrow, after the jump…
“I’m definitely having more sex than the average man. Yes, two or three women a night, trust me. The other day I slept with two women — not at the same time — because I was at home and they missed me. But you know, these are my friends; we missed each other. So I just want to give joy and good tidings, that’s what it’s all about.”
— Cee Lo Green brags about how much nookie he’s getting from friends-with-benefits these days. The title of his album, The Lady Killer, is no joke, y’all!
After the jump, Cee Lo on whether the ladies find him more attractive now that he’s a bajillionaire… Keep reading »