Do you know how many times I’ve heard the phrase “dick cheese”? So many times. Countless times. “Period goobers”? Not so much. It’s time to change this, y’all.
Dudes get to talk about their balls and penises in public all the friggin’ time. They’re so used to being able to talk openly about their dicks that many of them have come to believe that talking about their dicks is an acceptable way to flirt. And balls — blue balls, ball-busting, having things by the balls, having the balls to do stuff — fucking testicles are pervasive in our lives.
I propose changing this by going all-in and talking about our periods openly and graphically. We talk about penises so much that pretty much everyone has a working knowledge about penises and the things they do and go through. Let’s get real real about our vaginas and our lady times. We’ve made penises into sort of lovably comical objects, and it’s time we did the same for poon. I’ll get the ball rolling (SO TO SPEAK): Keep reading »
Tuesday marked the one-year anniversary of Zurich, Switzerland’s “sex boxes,” drive-in brothels that accommodate over a dozen sex workers. Sex work has been legal in Switzerland since the 1940s, but was largely unregulated. Previously Zurich sex workers sold themselves on the street in several neighborhoods, often climbing into clients’ cars. As can be the case even in liberal Europe, some neighbors complained about their presence. Thus, the “sex boxes” are located in an industrial area farther out from the main area of the city and customers drive to them. Keep reading »
I don’t plan on having kids but I often imagine what I would be like if I were a mother. I imagine all the things I would have to teach my kids to put them on the path of being a good person. Then I imagine how they still may not turn out as I hoped. I imagine all the great things they will do, all the challenges they will face and what the world might be like when they are in it. When I was a kid I would say that I would rather have a son than a daughter. Read more on College Candy…
How much should your family know about your sex life? Most straight people will probably say “not much,” given how our heteronormative culture just assumes most of us are screwing opposite sex partners behind closed doors. But lots of other people — I’m talking gay, bisexual, polyamorous or kinky folks — may feel like openness and acceptance of their sexuality is openness and acceptance of themselves. Yes, sexuality is very personal. But keeping info private which others happily flaunt can make a person feel like she’s keeping a big ol’ shameful secret.
Such is the conundrum of a bisexual woman married to a man who wrote to Slate’s advice columnist Dear Prudence, asking if she should “come out” to friends and family. Keep reading »
When wife, mother, and now novelist Georgia Gorringe decided to write a book, people doubted the octogenarian would even finish it, let alone get it published. Gorringe, who lives in Salt Lake City, was hardly about to let age or inhibitions get in her way of her goal. She spent five years toiling away on her first novel, “No Good-Bye,” a romantic tale that Gorringe deems “steamy.” The book released this February under her pen name, Georgie Marie. The novel boasts a shocking twist ending and follows a bored housewife’s adventures when she stumbles upon a sexy voice on the radio. She listens to the voice in front of her husband to make him angry, which totally turns her on, and well, naughty chapters ensue. A passage of the book reads, ”Gloria never told Dr. Ben that hearing his voice made her knees go weak and quiver. It was almost orgasmic.” When was the last time you heard your grandmother say something like that? Gorringe claims it’s fiction, but her kids say there’s more truth to it than she’s letting on. “I mean, we know who she’s talking about,” her daughter told local news station KUTV. The story will arrive on bookstore shelves soon, but in the mean time, you can read it on your Kindle. Come on, you know you’re curious. [Cosmopolitan, KUTV] [Image via KUTV]
Elle reports, “Developers at N.C. State University have created a nail polish that changes color when exposed to date rape drugs.” That is intense and awesome. You’re at a party, you dip your finger in your solo cup, your fingernail changes color. Not only have you prevented something awful from happening to you, you’ve got your hands on the incriminating evidence.
As Elle notes, “instances of campus sex offenses have risen by as much as 50 percent in just the past three years.” Aye yie yie. I’m certainly aware that sexual assault on campus is a huge issue but it always hurts to hear the statistics. Read More On College Candy…