Sex is a strange thing. It’s one of the most wonderfully intimate and bonding experiences we can share with someone. And … it can kill you. I KNOW. Such a paradox. With every person we find super attractive and want to get to know better — especially between the sheets — we have to also take on certain risks. And those risks can be deadly! It’s crazy! Who thought up this sex thing? Really got it wrong in my opinion. Anyway. Point is, there’s a new “superbug” out there in sex land and experts fear it’s going to be deadlier than AIDS! Ack, bring me my chastity belt!
Two cases of the ”sex superbug” have been found in Hawaii. So I know where I’m NOT going on vacation. (Ha. Little joke.) The superbug, which is an antibiotic-resistant strain of gonorrhea, has the potential to be as deadly or even deadlier than AIDS. It first surfaced in Japan a couple of years ago, but has since spread to Hawaii.
And unlike AIDS, this superbug can kill you in a matter of days. Not only that, people often don’t have symptoms, so someone could pass it along to you without knowing they have it. Read more on The Stir…
Everything is better with puppets, especially other people’s sex therapy sessions. Tonight on LOGO TV is the debut of “Felt,” a reality show that explores real people’s sex therapy sessions — using their real voices! — but enacted by puppets. Think Dr. Ruth meets “Sesame Street”: 24 couples are (anonymously) recorded in exchange for the free therapy for their bedroom issues. The three sex therapists are portrayed as puppets as well. Clients range from a gay couple with body image issues, a lesbian couple with “lesbian bed death,” and some straight Christians who married too young. And because they’re portrayed as, well, puppets, nothing ever gets too uncomfortable for the viewer. (The producers? That might be a different story.) I don’t know about you, but I know what I’ll be watching at 10:30 p.m. EST tonight — puppets working through their sexual issues. [LOGO TV via New York Times]
“I thought, ‘Oh, my gosh, I’m that chewed up piece of gum, nobody re-chews a piece of gum, you throw it away.’ And that’s how easy it is to feel like you no longer have worth, you no longer have value. Why would it even be worth screaming out? Why would it even make a difference if you are rescued? Your life still has no value. … [Kids should know] you will always have value and nothing can change that.”
– Elizabeth Smart, who was kidnapped at 14, held captive and raped for nine months, spoke recently at Johns Hopkins University on a forum about human trafficking. Here she is explaining why she didn’t run after her captor raped her, which he did daily during her entire ordeal. As the now-25-year-old told Johns Hopkins, she was raised in a religious family and had learned from abstinence-only education that a person whose virginity has been ‘sullied’ is worthless. Her mention of chewing gum is not random: A popular teaching in abstinence-only education, “the gum game,” is to compare people to chewing gum: a person who has had multiple partners is just like dirty, grimy gum that’s been chewed over and over again by multiple people. It’s a way of teaching children to feel ashamed and guilty about sex. And while positing sex before marriage as “slutty” could mess up anyone, for rape victims like Elizabeth Smart, it’s enough to make someone feel like worthless trash. [Christian Science Monitor] [Photo: Getty]
That “private” Farrah Abraham and James Deen sex tape is here to ruin lunch for us all! From a blowjob, to P-in-V sex, to the “back door” anal sex as promised, we see James and Farrah in all kinds of clearly-planned-in-advance-for-Vivid fun. Farrah’s her usual nasally, kinda ditzy self but you’ll never look at “Teen Mom” the same way again. For some reason, this sex tape is especially uncomfortable. (Though I beg to disagree with her allegation that Deen is rocking a small penis. There’s a reason this guy is a professional porn star.) You can watch an edited clip above and the full 5-minute clip here. It’s very NSFW. Like, don’t get it twisted, it is straight up hardcore pornography.
Now excuse me while I go try and burn the image of Farrah Abraham’s anus from my mind. I need to “Enternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind” that shit.
Last summer, I had my first panic attack, and it was induced by children.
By the way, I don’t have any kids.
During an office baby shower, a female colleague about 15 years my senior reminded me that I was next, since I was married, 27, and only had an estimated 12 percent of my eggs left. Highly inappropriate? Hells to the yes. And effective. It freaked me out.
Four months later, I was having a particularly rough morning at work. I couldn’t stop getting interrupted and my to-do list kept getting longer. I suddenly felt massively overwhelmed. My brain went into a crazy-spiral: If I can’t get my work done today, I can’t get home and write the screenplay of the century, and it’ll take me forever to become the Nora Ephron of my generation, and I will be letting down every woman and brown person in America by not unleashing my voice to the masses, and I won’t be able to have a baby until there’s at least some small sign that I could accomplish that, because I’m not trying to be some resentful, broke mom with “dreams.”
I blacked out at my desk for a minute, popped an Advil and sat in a nearby park for an hour inhaling an economy-sized bag of popcorn.
That’s what you’re supposed to do, right? Keep reading »
Ninety percent of all sex toys operate on one immutable principle — you put them in and around holes and slosh them about all flibbity jibbity. Another 9 percent, generally, are holes in which you put something in, and the last 1 percent is everything else, like paddles, high-voltage panties, and rubber sheets. Despite the wide array of terrifying shapes they may come in, at the end of the day, they’re all pretty basic in how they’re used. And, more importantly, you should have a basic idea what you plan to do with them before you start herky jerking them about your person. But nothing lasts forever in the cold November rain, not even a sphincter full of latex, and so sometimes shit just goes wrong. Dead wrong. But, like, read it so it doesn’t sound foreboding. No one dies in this article or anything. A few of them get messed up, but it’s cool. Read more on Cracked…