Not satisfied with the size of your sausage? Feeling bad about the brat that you got? Is your wiener simply the wurst? Guess where 18 percent of all penis enlargements in the world took place. Find out on Huffington Post…
Happy National Orgasm Day! And for some of you, Happy Faking It Day! I can only hope that those of you who plan on commemorating today’s holiday will find success in your sexual endeavors, but I’m sure more than a few of you will end up flipping through “King of Queens” reruns and letting out an occasional moan while your oblivious but hopefully enthusiastic and determined significant other goes to town under the covers. It’s not always easy achieving the “Big O,” but it’s more tangible than catching a rainbow unicorn, I promise you. The struggle is real, and a lot goes through your head when you’re trying to hit those high notes. Here’s what you can expect to think step-by-step (in GIFs). Keep reading »
Before I used Foria’s Cannabis Lube to get my vagina high for the first time, I had a lot of thoughts running through my head about what it would be like. Is it going to be a high that’s similar to smoking weed? I love smoking weed. Or will it be more of a body high, like when you eat pot brownies? Oh shit, am I going to trip balls? Maybe I shouldn’t do this on a Tuesday. I wonder if it’ll be easier to orgasm when I’m having sex if my vagina is stoned? Ooh, I wonder if my orgasms will be more powerful too. That would be awesome.
The truth is, it’s really kind of difficult to explain what it feels like to get your vagina high. But goddammit, I’m going to try. Keep reading »
Meet Janet. Janet, bless her heart, has never seen a dick pic. (It’s unclear whether she’s seen a dick in real life, but I’m guessing yes.) Some may call her lucky, but I think it’s a shame. I have four dick pics on my phone right now. (I’m not bragging — most of them are old. I never throw away dick pics. That’s the first rule of Dick Pic Club.) Janet’s friends thought it was a shame too, so they put together a slideshow of 89 dick pics for Janet to click through and comment on, which she does in the video above. Hey Janet, I’ve got numbers 90, 91, 92 and 93, if you want ‘em. [via The Hairpin]
James Teague is gone, but he is certainly not forgotten. The 19-year-old was drinking heavily on a skiing trip in New Zealand when he tragically fell from his hotel balcony, hit his head on the parking lot pavement below and died. Like many sad stories of young death, 9news in Australia honored the teen by displaying a photo of him … throwing the Shocker … alongside three girls. Okay, maybe that doesn’t happen too often.
It can only be assumed that the news station intern in charge of compiling photos for James’ memorial segment was unaware of the sexual gesture, which means “two in the pink, one in the stink” (or for those of you who really need things spelled out, two fingers in the vagina and one in the butt). Gone are the days of memorializing those who’ve passed by sharing family photos and smiling graduation pictures. [Gawker]
A few months ago, Amelia and I were talking about rape threats against women who write online. It seems like it happens to feminist writers Zerlina Maxwell, Amanda Hess and Jessica Valenti every day. Amelia asked if any readers have threatened to rape or otherwise harm me. The honest truth is that it only happened once — on Twitter a few years ago. The man had zero followers and had only tweeted a handful of times, all of which were incendiary remarks or threats against other liberals. I didn’t suspect he posed a serious threat to my safety, so I just blocked him. Do I even have to say I’m grateful that this was the one and only time some stranger threatened me?
That one incident isn’t the complete picture, though. A better question to ask in order to illustrate the at-times unsavory experience of being a feminist writer online would be about the kinds of inquiries I get on social media or in my inbox. Nearly every single day, a man emails asking me personal information about my sexuality, for an invitation to a sex party, or straight-up propositions me for sex. Keep reading »
I have big boobs. Whereas some women would kill to have the knockers I have, I’ve never been a huge fan of them. I mean, yes, it’s a pretty impressive rack, but at the price of back pain and the inability to get a dress to fit me properly, I’d prefer them to be smaller. I think I’d be happy with a nice B-cup, which is a small cry from the Double-D situation I have at the moment.
Not too surprisingly, my boobs have always been a favorite physical asset of the men I’ve dated. They’ve loved my brain, I think, and I’ve always been complimented on my sick sense of humor and my eyes, but when it came to my boobs, well, they’ve always won major points with the guys in my life, both straight and gay. In addition to being an ideal place for the men I’ve been intimate with to put their hands or rest their head, my boobs have provided other, more exciting experiences. What could be more exciting than a breast for a pillow, you ask? Keep reading »
One time, when I was 17, I broke my boyfriend’s penis.
We had been cooped up for days in his mother’s basement which had a kitchenette and a bathroom and a TV, so we saw no reason to leave. This was summer in East LA, so the sounds that floated in our window were of chickens and barking dogs and car alarms. One time, there was a foot chase that we watched cautiously out his bedroom window, the tottering, overweight policeman tripping down the ravine with his flashlight, the person he was chasing already lost in the dark. Read more on Your Tango…
One of the first questions people usually ask upon meeting me is what I do for a living. When I respond casually that I’m a production assistant on queer porn, then the questions really get going. What does a porn PA do, exactly?
I’ll tell you one thing: much to my regret, I am not a fluffer. I know, I know, it’s a great tragedy for me, too.
I dreamed of working on a porn set from when I was a teen, thumbing through copies of Club Magazine and trolling various AOL cybersex forums. I dreamed of being on NoFauxxx or SuicideGirls, and got into erotic modeling intending to take it further. But life got in the way of my exhibitionist dreams, and I didn’t revisit my love for porn until I founded the Ladies High Tea and Pornography Society, a discussion, Sunday tea, and porn appreciation gathering I threw for a few years in London. When, at 27, I started performing in adult films, I never imagined I would one day be on the other side of the camera. Keep reading »