Nothing stokes the fires of romance like watching the “The Notebook” with your brother in a tractor trailer parked outside a church. That’s how a brother and sister in Gutyon, Georgia, found themselves arrested for incest, aggravated sodomy and prowling early Tuesday morning. Police found the siblings walking around outside a Baptist church and somehow determined they “had just had sex” by their behavior, according to Atlanta’s local CBS News. The siblings admitted to swapping DNA three times while watching “The Notebook.” I have officially lost my appetite for lunch and dinner. Good job, Ryan Gosling? [CBS Local] [Image of church via Shutterstock; image of "The Notebook" via IMDB]
I’ve been having pregnancy scares since before I even started having sex. This is either a reflection of the quality of sex education in California during the early-‘90s or a sign that I’m just deeply paranoid. Luckily, I’ve never actually been pregnant … just further convinced that sometimes the body likes to play mind games. Alas, my excellent track record did not dissuade a new wave of pregnancy panic. See, my period is late. And I’ve had sex in the last month. It was protected, BUT STILL. Like I said, I’m paranoid. So, just before filming this week’s episode of Funny Girl Sex Guide, I took a pregnancy test and in true Maury Povich style, I reveal the results at the end of the episode. But first! Let’s review the main reasons for why a normally prompt period might be late … besides pregnancy.
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 »