A few years ago ….
Today, in 2012, I avoid him as much as I can. But my friend (?) Richard used to joke (?) that I only called him when I broke up with my boyfriends. Kinda true, kinda false. Regardless — a few years ago — I don’t even call him this time, I just end up at his apartment for some small party.
He scents the pain in me, and suddenly we’re in a back room, alone. One of the reasons he’s so good at this is that he smells vulnerability like a shark smells blood. I don’t remember whether I ask him to hurt me, or he just grabs me. “Something’s close to the surface,” I tell him, while he leaves bite-shaped bruises on my upper arm. He knows me; he doesn’t leave bruises in places I can’t cover with a t-shirt.
“What is it?” he asks, and I choke on it. I’m already starting to cry. We’ve only been doing this for a moment.
“Red,” I say. The safeword. I’m sobbing. “Red.” Richard stops immediately. “Tears,” I say. “Tears were close to the surface.” Keep reading »
What we consider “erotic” has changed drastically since the turn of the century. In the late-1800s/early-1900s, all it took was some cleavage and a book to make people blush. If only it was still that easy! Reading is still sexy, but unfortunately, not remotely pornographic. Click through to see what was risque back in the day. [izismile]
“You know what’s so funny is, I actually think there’s a new feminism that is completely different and I don’t think either is better or worse. Any kind of feminist has valid views for herself about what it means to be a feminist, but, as a new-age feminist, I would say I quite like the transference of strength I feel by submitting to a man – being under him. I actually wrote a song about it on my album, it’s called “GUY” and it stands for “Go Under You.” So wearing makeup, smelling delicious and having suckable, kissable, edible things between your limbs is something I find strengthening because I know that when I pick the right guy, I can let him have it. Some women feel oppressed by make-up and clothing, and here’s to them, they have every right to feel that way as well.”
– Lady Gaga actually says the resonant thing about feminism — to me — that that I’ve heard a pop star say. Yes, it’s possible to be a savvy businesswoman and multi-million-record-selling pop star but also submit to a man in the bedroom for sexual fantasy! And yes, it’s possible to be a feminist and choose to wear makeup! And yes, it’s possible to be a feminist and choose not to wear makeup! I don’t know quite what Gaga is rambling about with the “suckable, kissable, edible things between your limbs” part, though. Guess she likes to play with her food? (Ironically, however, this photo was taken while she was visiting accused rapist/Wikileaks founder Julian Assange in London, proving there is no “perfect feminist.”) [Stylist UK] [Photo: Bauer-Griffin]
There is a lid for every pot. In this case, the lid is fisting and the pot is La Fistinière, a bed and breakfast in France, located 100 miles outside of Paris, dedicated to the art of fist fucking.
While basking in the idyllic scenery of the French countryside, guests of the Fistine Chapel, as it’s sometimes referred to, can get their buttholes stretched in private rooms, play “dick pong” (which is like ping pong, but played with a penis and real balls), or experiment with inserting such equipment as veterinary speculums, baseball bats, golf balls and traffic cones anally in the communal fisting chapel. (Um, ouch!?) The place is owned by loving couple, and fisting experts, Juan Carlos and François who opened the B&B because they “wanted to create a place dedicated to fist fucking, where everyone would feel at home.” Keep reading »
Contrary to what guys might think, there are many women out there who are not opposed to going to strip clubs … under the appropriate circumstances.
That time you got dragged to a strip club by your cokehead, college boyfriend and he made you stuff dollar bills in panties or that time your guy friend thought a stripper wanted to sleep with him so he made you hang out with him all night waiting for her, those strip club adventures were not exactly your idea of a good time. But there were other times when you enjoyed yourself. That time you blew off work and met your boyfriend at a local strip joint in the middle of the afternoon or when you went with all your lesbian friends in Vegas. FUN!
Chances are, if you ask, many women are down to go watch some pole action. But there are a few caveats. Click through for the DOs and DON’Ts of taking your lady to a strip joint.
At 26 years old, I felt like a birth control virgin. How had I survived all those years without managing to know anything about the Pill? My reasons for going on Ortho Tri-Cyclen were simple: I was prepping for a move across the country to be with a guy named Isaac who I was in a long-distance relationship with. Isaac and I communicated every day. We talked on the phone, texted, emailed and GChatted every chance we got. We saw each other every three months, but this time, I was coming for good. We were going to live together for two weeks before I moved into my sublet apartment. We were falling in love.
I was ecstatic at the prospect of this seemingly superior form of birth control. Sex without condoms! It only cost $8 a month (which was about all my meager budget would allow)! From what I’d heard, it would make my skin super clear and get rid of the ungodly cramps that I’d been blessed with! I couldn’t wait. Keep reading »