That is exactly what you think it is. An sculptural interpretation of finger banging. There’s more where that came from at South Korea’s Jeju Love Land, an erotic sculpture park featuring 140 sculptures of sexy stuff. Also of note, a gigantic mosaic penis that squirts water and a bronzed woman pleasuring herself. As Liz Lemon would say, “I want to go to there.” [Laughing Squid]
Oh, the joys of family: this weekend my conservative older sister is coming to visit, which means I’ve got to get my act together. Sweep the floor. Hide the Percosets. And for God’s sake, unplug the vibrator. Luckily I have a designated “goodie drawer” where I keep my toys, but in high school I hid my very first vibe amongst my undies and prayed that neither of my parents ever tried to put away my laundry.
Snoopers be snoopin’ and a girl’s gotta be prepared. Here are 13 places you could hide vibrators of all sizes and (probably) not get caught!
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Leave it to geeks to figure out a way to combine sex toys and the Internet. Googlher is a Google-powered vibrator that plugs into your computer and vibrates like a “bullet vibrator” with the help of the Googlher Firefox Add-on.
Sounds overly complicated to me. I firmly believe that masturbation should not threaten to crash your browser. But if the over-the-top moaning in this NFSW promotional video is any indication, jerking off to Google actually works! [Vimeo]
Both men and women like the pleasure that orgasms bring–but only male orgasms are actually “necessary.” At least that’s what science says–because only male orgasms are needed to make a baby. And now they’re trying to figure out why we should bother caring about women’s orgasms at all.
Ah, science. Science has clearly never had sex or it would know why female orgasms are necessary. In the meantime, Indiana University professor Elizabeth Lloyd, who has whittled down the purpose of the female orgasm into three main possibilities:
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That geeky girl in the floral prints and glasses from “Blossom” is dishing out sex advice? Damn, I must be old. Yes, Mayim Bialik has plenty to say about sex and she is dishing it out on Kveller.com, a Jewish parenting web site. With baby-making on the brain, Mayim quotes the Torah on waiting seven days, plus an additional five, for a woman’s most fertile time. It’s all part of being a good Jew, you see. ”Judaism loves love. We love sex. We are told it is a mitzvah to make love and to especially make love on Shabbat, when God’s presence is close,” Mayim explains. “A woman’s right to sexual satisfaction is detailed in her ketubah, her marriage contract, independent of pregnancy.” Keep reading »
Sex can be dangerous. That’s why you must protect yourself — not just against pregnancy and STDs, but also from sex-related injuries. And I’m not talking about your run of the mill penis fractures. A broken wiener will sound like a walk in the park when you hear these stories. Click through to learn about the most horrifying sex injuries you didn’t know you should be afraid of. Safety first!
One of the things I’ve noticed about Occupy Wall Street is that there are really a lot of attractive people involved. Not that I would ever characterize a very large group of protestors as “dirty hippies,” unlike, say, Fox News. But I hardly expected my lady boner to have its interest piqued with such frequency at a protest. When Julie and I attended an OWS General Assembly meeting, I am embarrassed to admit that I leaned over and whispered to her, “Oooh, that guy is hot” not once, not twice, but at least four times. So much so that I considered starting my own committee — anyone can start one and there are committees for everything from medical to PR to consciousness raising. I wanted to start a committee for matchmaking. I mean, we’re talking about a bunch of single, like-minded individuals who at least know they have something very important to them in common: fighting corporate greed! I could be the Patti Stanger of Occupy Wall Street, I thought. Keep reading »
When the Frat Boy I had my eye on invited me over under the guise of “hanging out,” eating pizza, and watching a scary movie, I arrived with hairy legs to ensure my pants stayed on.
Within minutes, the lights dimmed, the movie started, and so did the shoulder massage, which quickly evolved into neck nibbling and kissing. Admittedly, he was a fantastic kisser, with soft lips that tasted like cherries (literally – I later checked his medicine cabinet and found a tube of Cherry Chapstick).
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It was the toot heard ’round the television: Nancy Grace let one rip on “Dancing With The Stars” and she’s been trying to live down the mockery ever since. It is not all public humiliation, though Nancy has attracted the attention of a little known fetish website of “flatulophiliacs,” aka “fart fanatics.” We had no idea fart fetishists existed. Jo Merlone, marketing director for the web site Clips4Sale.com, penned a letter to “Dancing With The Stars” requesting the rights for three seconds of footage of Nancy’s famed fart. “In case you weren’t aware,” Jo Merlone implored, “this is a very popular niche online and we know just how many of Nancy’s fans would love to relieve the moment in the privacy of their own homes via our web site. Passing gas is as natural as breathing and our members are waiting with baited breath.” Oh my. Don’t keep the fart fetishists waiting, ABC — that would just be cruel. [BuzzFeed]
Flatulophilia isn’t the only fetish that caught us off guard — after the jump, here’s 10 more crazy sexual practices that came as a surprise.
The previews for the Anna Faris vehicle “What’s Your Number?” couldn’t make me want to see that movie any less if they added “Exorcist”-style projectile vomiting. The premise, if you have magically managed to miss the media blitz, is that Faris’ character realizes her list of sexual partners has one more digit than most of her friends’. She spirals into a panic attack induced by slut-shaming and spends the rest of the movie trying not to add a new guy to the list. It’s supposed to be funny, but I can’t work up more of a response than a frustrated eye-roll and a long, exasperated sigh.
Here’s the thing about counting sexual partners: context matters. A number is just a number. It gives no background on the who, what, when, where, and why. If we want to judge people’s sexual activity (which I’m not convinced we do), the qualitative matters so much more than the quantitative. Keep reading »