Your eyes are not playing tricks on you. This is indeed a photo of Sofia Vergara’s cleavage — her butt cleavage that is. Shortly before “Modern Family” won the Emmy for Outstanding Comedy Series, Sofia Vergara’s sequined mermaid gown split down the back, revealing her butt cheeks. And, because she is awesome, she had someone (her fiance?) document the moment and posted the photo to Twitter. Love her so much.
Would you be grossed out if a hook-up kissed you after going ‘downtown’? Or would you be seriously offended if a guy rejected a post-bj make out session? Oral sex protocol is a seriously opinion-dividing topic, and I totally get why. A lot of guys just don’t like the idea of going mouth to mouth with someone whose lips have just touched their junk, the same way loads of girls don’t want to get a taste of their own downstairs area. On the flip side, it can feel like a pretty big rejection when a guy turns away from a sweet kiss after you’ve given him the blow job business. It’s just personal preference, which makes dealing with it a bit of a gray area. Read more…
A few months ago, we told you about Mao Sugiyama, the self-described “asexual” artist who cooked up and served his own genitalia. To be more specific: the 23-year-old underwent elective genital-removal surgery, certified that the body parts were free of infections, froze them for two months, then, under the supervision of a chef, cooked his severed penis shaft, testicles, and scrotal skin, garnished them with button mushrooms and Italian parsley and served the dish for $250 to five lucky diners at a banquet hall in Tokyo. OK. That’s all you need to know. Oh wait. I should add that he also had his nipples removed but decided not to serve them. OK. That’s really all. I promise. (As if you could handle anymore details. I’m practically gagging here at my computer screen.) Keep reading »
Let me tell you a story about “bi invisibility.” A few years ago, at my first full-time job – which, I should clarify, was at an LGBT nonprofit organization – I was chatting with a gay male co-worker about a conversation he had with an acquaintance of ours. Apparently I had come up in their conversation, and he had referred to me as “straight.” As in “heterosexual.” I don’t know where the rest of the story was going, because I stopped my colleague right there.
“Actually,” I interjected, “I’m not straight.”
He seemed genuinely baffled. “You’re not?”
“Well … no. I can see why you thought I was, but I’m not. I’m bisexual.”
His eyes widened and he smiled. It was like a light bulb had gone off in his head and everything suddenly made sense. Meanwhile, I walked back to my cubicle, shocked that, at an LGBT organization, anyone would assume that anyone else was straight. It surprised me that, in a space where identity politics and queer issues were discussed regularly, being in a relationship with a man would automatically signify me as a hetero. I suddenly realized that my identity as a bi woman would always be invisible. I would always be invisible. That is, unless I found a way to combat that invisibility. Keep reading »
Ahoy matey! It’s that time of the month. Why not celebrate it by putting this hunky pirate cloth pad in your undies and letting him guard your hidden treasure? Or not. Believe it or not, there’s more swashbuckling menstruation products sailing the crimson seas of Etsy. Click on through to see more WTF period products that make us want to walk the plank. [$9 Etsy via Buzzfeed]