In what must surely be the slowest of news days, the Daily Mail brings us an article today shedding light on the “disturbing” trend of girls kissing girls. Perhaps you’ve heard of this before? According to the article, same-sex kisses among teen girls has practically become a rite of passage ever since that shared kiss between Madonna and Britney Spears at the 2003 MTV Video Awards. “More than anything, the kiss gave the veneer of acceptance to what would previously have been considered unacceptably risque public behavior, and made a particular type of lipstick lesbianism almost fashionable.” Funny, I went to college years before that infamous kiss and girl-on-girl smoochin’ was “an almost fashionable rite of passage” back then. Keep reading »
This week, I got a letter from a lady with a spicy sex life:
“My guy was cooking and I pulled him away from the kitchen to get it on. He had been cutting up peppers and in the heat of the moment didn’t think about it and touched my ‘hot’ spot. Then I actually started to feel a lot of burning — I was wondering if it could cause any damage.”
Ooooh, I can’t resist a man cooking either. I’m not a real doctor, but my guess is if your crotch isn’t still burning, it’s OK. Vagina, you’re gonna make it! Although, if you do still feel a ring of fire, see a gyno please.
For the record, both your mouth and your vagina are mucous membranes. So, in my opinion, if your mouth can go on unscathed after a slight burn, so can your poonani. Now, with that being said, obviously, not every vegetable is meant to go in your hoo-ha, in fact some would probably argue that none should. But why let mouths have all the fun! Here are some tips for food you can actually enjoy…. Keep reading »
Ummm… file this under “who even came up with this?!” I don’t know if the “Girls Wearing Seat Belts” fetish actually exists or if someone is just trying to mess with our minds, but Jalopnik posted a gallery of this exceptionally odd fixation. Albeit, most of the images don’t feature your everyday girl buckling up cause it’s the law––rather they are scantily clad women whose privates are only covered by the belts. But I still just don’t see the appeal. Maybe it’s like bondage light? Check some of the most interesting pics after the jump. Keep reading »
Listen up dudes! Class act, Alexyss K. Tylor, host of “Vagina Power” on YouTube, does a pretty good job of telling you just exactly how, when and where you need to go with a bar of soap if you want to get some. Ah, it’s times like these when I bow my head in reverence to the majesty that is YouTube. [WOW]
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I don’t get lady times once a month. In fact, I don’t get it ever. Due to babymaker problems that you’d prefer not to think about (trust me), I’ve been on a constant stream of birth control for six months so as to avoid more surgery. In short, my reproductive system doesn’t function. The factory has been shut down.
But because a few icky lady parts problems and surgeries just aren’t enough to deal with, I’ve also reacted badly to six different forms of hormones, becoming a bloated, mean, or moody mess after a few weeks on each. So last week, once the inexplicable crying had set in, my chest had inflated to monstrous proportions, and I felt the urge to kick small children, my doctor decided it was time to try my seventh variety of hormone. But rather than switching directly from the patch to the new pill, she told me to take a week off, complete a cycle and then get back to being The Amazing Period-Less Girl. Keep reading »
It was about a year ago that I realized it was time to just make a commitment.
If I had a checklist for where I was in my life, it would have looked pretty good: late 30s, living in Manhattan, freelance writer, founder of an improv school, volunteering for an organization dedicated to creating a better future, plenty of good friends – all dimensions accounted for.
Well almost. It was everything but “a man.”
I was one of those “date a few times and then be inseparable for two years” people. When I moved to NYC in 2001, “Sex and the City” was at its peak. That show and its promise of the perfect city life for a young single woman was a factor in me moving from LA. I know, it’s sad. But it just shows how deep and powerful the desire to find — and how much fun it is to look for — that one guy really is. Keep reading »
I was having dinner with some friends the other night, one of whom does HIV research. We started talking about STDs in general when another friend admitted she’s had herpes for about 10 years. She said she contracted it from the second guy she ever slept with and though she hasn’t had an outbreak in about 8 years, she always tells potential sex partners about it. I was surprised when she said that her gynecologist said that as long as she isn’t in the middle of an outbreak, there’s really no need to tell a sex partner — then I remembered this letter to advice columnist Jamie Bufalino in last week’s Time Out New York. A young woman writes:
“I’m a 23-year-old female, and just found out yesterday that I have contracted HPV/genital warts. I called the four people I’ve slept with in the past year to inform them, saving my current beau (he’s 28, BTW) for last. When I got on the phone with him (he lives in Boston, I’m in New York), I hardly had to say anything because he quickly responded: “Oh yeah, I have HPV too.” We’ve been dating for four months and he never bothered to mention that his last two girlfriends both magically contracted this virus after being with him. He apologized, said he felt terrible that he never told me, that he had planned to tell me soon, asked what he could do to make up for it, etc. I told him I never wanted to speak to him again. Now, the morning after, I wonder: Is getting an STD just part of being an adult? Or is passing a virus a deal breaker?”
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Creator of the infamous Body Worlds exhibitions, anatomist Gunther “Doctor Death” von Hagens, is the shock jock of dead peeps. While much controversy surrounded his displays with skinned corpses riding bikes and playing chess, his new show has an even more scandalous, ahem, position. In his most recent exhibit in Berlin, “Life Cycle,” there is a scene of two people having sex, reverse cowgirl style. But has he finally pushed things too far?
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Are you tired of useless products and having big boobies? Well, The Kush can finally solve both your problems and put you to sleep! Uh, that is so long as you can sleep while getting tittie humped by a $55 piece of plastic. Sweet dreams!
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