A very important question was asked of Dr. Joe DeOrio, the male sexuality expert on EmandLo.com. “What’s the deal with blue balls?” one reader asks. A very good question indeed. I’ve often wondered myself. Such a mysterious ailment, it seems to me. Dr. Joe describes it as a “discomfort in the scrotum/testes that occurs after prolonged sexual stimulation without ejaculatory release.” Yeah, I’m still not able to empathize. It must be a similar to a man trying to understand periods. After the jump, four things we should know about blue balls. Keep reading »
In case you were curious about how polyamorous relationships work in practice, especially when a child is involved, Anderson Cooper got up close and personal with a triad on his show. Okay, follow me here: Jaiya Ma and Jon Hanauer have been together since they met at Tantric Yoga teacher training 10 years ago. At some point, Jaiya brought another man into the relationship, but things ended with a bad breakup. Jaiya’s tendency was to “connect” post-breakup, while Jon’s was to “retreat.” So, instead of breaking up, Jon encouraged Jaiya to find someone else. Eventually, she met Ian Ferguson in dance class and they had an instant connection. Jaiya became pregnant with Ian’s baby. Now the three of them live together with two-year-old Eamon. Interestingly, Jon (not the biological father of Eamon) does a good portion of the child care. You can watch an additional clip of Anderson’s interview with them here. Do I smell a sitcom here? Keep reading »
I don’t have much spontaneous sex; the sex I have is usually planned. Scheduled, even. While guys just change their T-shirt and they’re ready to go, I have to endure an entire prep-for-sex checklist. Isn’t it infuriating? Oh, the trials and tribulations of being female. When the prospect of sex comes around, I try my best to set a date to do it. If that doesn’t work, I have to rely on my sexual premonitions. My psychic abilities tend to be correct about 70 percent of the time. I just enjoy sex more when I am prepared. If I don’t know I’ll be getting laid, I’ll eat more or less what I want, work out somewhat minimally and find myself totally ill prepared for the encounter. When sex is planned I’m like, “Oh my God! I am having sex next Saturday night! Starting tomorrow is sex-prep week!” Click through for my tried and true “Sex In 7 Days” regimen.
So what’s the difference between saying that the 2012 Pirelli calendar features a boatload of naked models looking smoking hot, and saying the 2012 Pirelli calendar features a crapton of nude models looking friggin’ sexy? Well, according to the art historian Kenneth Clark:
To be naked is to be deprived of our clothes, and the word implies some of the embarrassment most of us feel in that condition. The word “nude,” on the other hand, carries, in educated usage, no uncomfortable overtone. The vague image it projects into the mind is not of a huddled and defenseless body, but of a balanced, prosperous, and confident body: the body re-formed.
And all this is to say that though they may look naked, the girls in the 2012 Pirelli calendar — shot by Mario Sorrenti — are nude. But you don’t really care, do you? You just want to see what Kate Moss looks like without all of her clothes on. Well, fine, so do we. But beware, this gallery is full of boobs (so many boobs!), is pretty full frontal, and entirely NSFW.
Typically before heading into the office, I make a pit stop to get coffee. Yesterday I had to swing into the pharmacy instead—to get Plan B.
As I walked through the drugstore doors, I recalled the news from the day before: The FDA was considering allowing the emergency “morning after” pill to sell on drugstore shelves, to anyone, without a prescription. I envisioned myself snaking through the aisles and grabbing the box, stashing it in my bag at self-checkout, and resuming my life, waiting for my next period just a little less anxiously. But, as many suspected, only hours after my trip to pick up the controversial contraceptive, I’d learn that Plan B would stay behind the counter, and my daydream scenario would remain a fantasy for many women, not just myself. Keep reading »
If fear of lung cancer or emphysema isn’t enough to make you quit smoking, do it for your nipples. Apparently, nicotine and carbon monoxide restrict blood flow to various parts of the body … like your nipples. According to plastic surgeon, Anthony Youn, M. D., smokers who undergo breast surgery are at great risk for having their nipples “turn black and fall off.” They just die. Guh! Youn once tried to bring a patient’s purple (about to turn black) nipples back to life by placing leeches on them. “The leech drains the old blood, causing it to turn from unhealthy purple back to healthy pink. We place leeches intermittently until the body part grows new blood vessels to do the leeches’ work,” Youn recalled. The image of this entire scenario is terrifying. [CNN]
“More feather and rhinestones! Better lighting! Bigger production value! Striptease burlesque was invented in America, so it’s not any different. … If you read anything Gypsy Rose Lee ever wrote, she liked being called a stripper. That word was used back then. I don’t really need any fancy terminology to describe what I do. I never correct someone when they say, ‘She’s a stripper.’ I’m like, ‘Yeah, I am.’ I am proud of what I do.”
— Dita Von Teese is right, of course. Stripping is stripping. But I also found her explanation overly simplistic. I know several burlesque performers, as well as several strippers, and my impression is that burlesque usually begins as a “past time” or “hobby” that involves spending a lot of money on costumes, shoes, hair and makeup, and it can turn into a full-time job for only a select few. My impression of stripping is that it is a full-time job, or a part-time job during school (or whatever), which women get into out of economic necessity more so than a “hobby.” I do not look down on strippers — in fact, one of my fave Frisky commenters is a former stripper! — but I’m definitely more into watching burlesque! [TimeOut London] Keep reading »