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]
The only thing that surprises me about an alleged Kanye West sex tape is that it has taken this long for one to be made public — Kanye gives off the vibe that he videotapes every sexual encounter, doesn’t he? Radar Online is reporting that a 20-minute-long sex tape of Kanye with an “unidentified female” who says “at the beginning of the video that she’s 18 years old” and resembles Kim Kardashian with her curvy body and long, black hair, is being shopped around. Radar, who watched the sex tape in its entirety, says Kanye and the woman have sex without kissing and use a condom while doing the deed. (Good for you for having safe sex, Kanye!) Yeezy also makes eye contact with the camera during the film, signifying he knows the video was being shot. Frankly this is the most underwhelming news ever, although I am somewhat skeeved out that he’s 35 years old and banging an alleged 18-year-old. Again, not surprised. [Radar Online, Dlisted] [Image: Splash News]
While dining at a local Mexican joint, a Florida woman was not pleased when she accidentally ate a pubic hair. Julie Mraz received a 50th birthday gift she wasn’t expecting when, much to her disgust, she bit into her tamale and swallowed a mouthful of pubic hair.
“I don’t mean to be graphic but it was not a hair that comes from the head … I went and got sick in the bathroom,” said Julie of her pube tamale. The general manager of Luna’s Mexican restaurant denied that what Julie bit into came from a human crotch, he insisted it was a piece of string from the corn used in the dish. Yeah, OK. Because corn string and pubic hair are soooo hard to tell apart. Keep reading »