I am a woman 33 years of age who practices safe sex. But it wasn’t always that way. As a woman of 19, 20 and 21, I was in no uncertain terms an idiot where safe sex was concerned. Sometimes I forced a guy to wear a condom, sometimes I didn’t.
But that all changed when I hit 22.For it was at this stage that I that I met a man in a bar, went home with him, had sex with him. And not just any man. This man was drummed up in a dive bar. He was covered in tattoos, and I’m quite sure his continued trips to the bathroom were cocaine-related. When we got back to his place I quickly discovered that he owned a pet iguana, a leathery little thing named Juan who he allowed to roam free around his East Village bedroom. I had condom-less sex with this gentleman, and spent the whole of the next day convinced his myriad STIs were coursing through my system.
Now: I know you can’t judge a book by its cover. I know that just because a man is covered in tattoos and owns a pet iguana and has a whiff of the cocaine addict about him, that doesn’t mean that he’s got chlamydia. BUT … Keep reading »
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 »