My first real game, the one I remember best, was Zork — good, old-fashioned white text on a black background. I was obsessed with it, the challenges intrinsic in playing it, and the mythology attached. I read the books that came with the series obsessively, and even did a school report (sadly not preserved for posterity) on the Underground Empire for a class in school. Infocom ruled my childhood, inspired my imagination, and got me interested in storytelling. Part of what I loved so much about Zork was the lack of a player description. You were an adventurer, and that was that: no gender, no race, none of that mattered. All that mattered was exploration, creativity, and a willingness to accept that sometimes, if you planned poorly, you’d be eaten by a grue. I didn’t even really think about my character, because it was just me, wandering through the map. There was no default. Keep reading »
I was on my way to my Web Marketing class when a girl who looked about my age stopped me to ask me a very strange, life-changing question. She asked me if I watch porn. “Huh?” As a girl, I was taken aback by such a question, but her approach was so natural that I felt compelled to answer honestly: “Yes.”
“Great, would you like to come in for a focus group on women’s porn consumption and masturbation habits?” she asked.
“It pays 50 bucks and food will be provided,” she continued.
“Oh. OK. Sure, I’ll be there.”
A few months after my participation in that focus group, while my classmates and I were all struggling to find our summer internships, I thought back on the experience and how enjoyable it had been. I decided I had nothing to lose by sending in my application to a porn site. Two months later, I started my internship at Sex.com. I had some expectations, but like most unfounded presumptions, the reality was entirely different. Keep reading »
Veronica Chaos is definitely taking ventriloquism into new places — like the bedroom. For the past year, the 26-year-old former stripper has been doing online ventriloquism shows that climax with her having sex with a dummy, “Slappy.”
“He’s bad cop and I’m good cop. He’s the misogynist and I’m the battered wife,” is how she describes their dynamic to The Huffington Post. “The idea is, I put up with him because I love him so much.” Read more on Huffington Post…
No girlfriend? No problem. You can do what one lonely man did and construct a girlfriend in the shower with just a mask, newspaper, some tape and your regular run-of-the-mill handheld shower head. That’s totally normal, right? NO IT’S NOT.
Imgur user tyblazitar has officially planted the seed for all of my nightmares forevermore by sharing with us a step-by-step photo tutorial on how to create a “beautiful girl” out of your shower head, just like his fellow Imgur user ARuFa. Warning: Prepare to maybe poop your pants, because the final result is terrifying.
Check out the photo instruction guide here and get a glimpse of this scary shower girlfriend in action after the jump… Keep reading »
Three forward-thinking women have put their heads together to create the ultimate in lingerie — pretty, stain-resistant underwear meant to help you survive your period without ruined clothes and embarrassing moments. Why didn’t anyone come up with this sooner!?
The panties are called THINX, and they’re the brain child of twin sisters Radha and Miki Agrawal and their friend Antonia Dunbar. After facing one too many public period disasters, the ladies got fed up with the cultural stigma surrounding menstruation — and how that stigma has prevented innovation in the products we use to manage our time of the month. THINX undies are made with “four-layer technology” to prevent leakage, but are still thin enough to feel something like real underwear. They’re offered as hiphuggers, thongs, and even a fancy lacy variety. Keep reading »
Breasts, boobs, tits, tatas, jugs, melons, knockers, rack — there are about as many nicknames as there are ways to show your appreciation for our golden globes. In the immortal words of Simple Minds: “Don’t you forget about me…” Seriously, fellas, you can go down on me for hours, but if you don’t touch my boobs, I won’t be satisfied. Unfortunately, every gal has got a story to tell about some boob hound who did her knockers wrong. So, let’s sit down for a little titty straight talk.
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When my first love and I broke up, I was still new to the world of sex. I was 22 years old when we said our tearful goodbye, knowing full well that what we had at that young age wouldn’t be able to transcend time. I remember thinking I’d not only never love again, but never, ever have sex again either. Sometimes I really miss the equal parts drama and naivety that comes with youth.
As a way to cope with the loss, I set up camp on my couch with endless supplies of veggie burgers and Ben & Jerry’s, and drowned my sorrows in “Beverly Hills, 90210″ reruns. I still contend that Emily Valentine really was one of the highlights of the show, and I have the months of obsessively watching it as scientific evidence. I also saw a wee bit of myself in her.
After a few years had passed, I started dating men here and there, having superficial flings steeped in alcohol as the common denominator, and by the time I moved to New York City, casual sex was all I was really interested in. It was there for the offering, I knew I enjoyed it, at least most of the time, so why not take advantage of sexual opportunities that life presented me?
Then I fell in love again. Keep reading »
I woke up one morning last week to my Twitter in an uproar. That’s reasonably common in my world, as many of the people I follow are marginalized and there’s a lot to be angry about. Turns out that the FBI has seized MyRedbook, a California site where masseuses and escorts could advertise for clients for free, and arrested two people, Eric Omuro and Annmarie Lanoce, in connection to “using the mail and the Internet to facilitate prostitution” as well as money laundering under several aliases.
As of right now it’s not entirely clear if those arrests were the main focus of the sting, or if there will be more upcoming. It’s terrifying to many people close to me, who used MyRedbook to advertise their erotic entertainment services because other options like Eros were too expensive or less trafficked by paying customers. We don’t really know what options sex workers who had profiles up on MyRedbook have to protect themselves from investigation. I’m among them, as I used to advertise on MyRedbook as a professional dominatrix. Keep reading »
Remember that “First Kiss” video, featuring pairs of strangers asked to kiss for the first time? The internet went crazy when it which turned out to be a clever ad for a clothing company, inspiring a whole mess of parodies. Well, the director of “First Kiss” is back with “Undress Me,” a similarly themed video that’s an homage to William Masters and Virginia Johnson, the real-life sex researchers who serve as the inspiration for HBO’s “Masters of Sex.” See, back in 1957, as the “Undress Me” video explains, Masters and Johnson began asking strangers to undress for science. “Undress Me” director Tatia Pilieva picks up where they left off, explaining, “I asked strangers to undress each other and get in bed. Nothing else. No rules.” The results are funny and kinda sexy and only a bit awkward, honestly. Watch above!
Call me a bad feminist, but I have no desire to see what my cervix looks like. I will take Amelia and her gynecologist’s word for it that my womanhood is a beautiful, flowering rose. So, too, am I uninterested in the Skavkom Gaga Intimate Camera, an endoscopic vibrator that films the inside of your vagina so you can watch it on your computer via a USB port. As put by this NSFW gay porn site, “The innovative design of endoscope allows you to inspect women’s bodies as if you were a gynecologist. The hidden searchlight enables you to explore the most secret place of a woman’s body.”
I’m not entirely sure that this isn’t completely fake, because 1) WHY? and 2) the English in this video was translated by drunk and high Balki Bartokomous. This is a “sex toy” for sick fucks who get off on pretending to be gynecologists and use phrases like “the most secret place of a woman’s body” to describe the vag. Ick ick ick. NOPE. [Huffington Post]