If you’ve had your fill of adult movie spoofs, perhaps you would be interested in a musical about porn stars? A theater group is interviewing adult film stars in The Valley and collecting their stories to be turned into songs for a singing stage production of a not-yet-titled porn musical. Go figure! The New York-based Civilians and Los Angeles-based Center Theatre Group are joining forces to create the first (so far as I know) musical about the lives and times of those who live and work in San Fernando Valley’s sex industry. It’s like “Fiddler on the Roof”! With a lot more foolin’ around. [LA Times] Keep reading »
An article on Times Online introduces us to the term “Love Shyness,” a rare psychological “condition” (it’s not included in the American DSM-1V — “the clinicians’ bible for psychiatric diagnoses”) that affects only men. Love-shyness is a kind of chronic shyness that makes it nearly impossible for a man “to initiate or to engage in romantic interplay.” That’s not only foreplay we’re talking about — love-shy men have trouble even making eye contact with someone of the opposite sex. They have a hard time carrying on a conversation with women, shake uncontrollably in their presence, and sometimes even sob. Not unsurprisingly, these men are “terminally, heartbrokenly, virginally lonely,” and if their message board on Love-Shy.com is any indicator, they blame women for their sorry state. Keep reading »
On September 12, 2009, the Erotic Heritage Museum in Las Vegas will celebrate its 1st Anniversary with an “XXXtravagasmic Night of Celebration and Appreciation.”
In the lead-up to the event, and as part of my ongoing Sexy Art feature, I will be featuring some of the artists whose work is currently on exhibition at the museum (see my previous articles on Michael Grecco’s “Naked Ambition” and Bobby Logic’s “First Kiss“).
Today’s slideshow features the museum’s collection of original one-sheet poster art from classic adult films. Keep reading »
This week, I got a letter from a woman who’s worried she doesn’t know her own strength:
“I’m finally seeing a new guy regularly and he’s great, but we’re having a major issue in the bedroom department. I’ve always had glowing reviews before, and this new guy and I are definitely compatible, but sometimes we have to stop because somehow I’ve … bent his penis? The last time it happened, I had already orgasmed, but he was telling me he might not be able to (another really frustrating problem, but a more manageable one — he said he was tired). Anyway, he pulled out too far mid-thrust and then instead of going straight back in there, he got off track and ended up smushing himself against me and hurting himself! This has happened before but I thought it was due to dryness, so we added lube and things were fine for a while, but it’s happened since and dryness was not to blame. I’m not sure if I’m doing something wrong or what, but I’m starting to get concerned and I don’t want him to be disappointed and writhing in pain every time we have sex! It doesn’t happen every single time, but it’s enough that it’s a problem. Please help me!”
Oh girl, this is an emergency! Here’s how you can play doctor.
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Are you a cucumber abuser? If you are, I think you know exactly what I mean by that. And it’s got to stop! The cucumbers can’t take it anymore! Created by an erotic shop called Sara’s Secret, these ads show just how traumatic life can be for poor, innocent cucumbers who find themselves in the hands of bored, sexually frustrated women. Don’t do it, girls! Go battery-powered instead. Or, there’s always the washing machine. [Agency Spy] Keep reading »
Half of Washington, D.C.’s cases of chlamydia and gonorrhea are among adolescents, so it’s a good thing the city has expanded a pilot program that offers free STD testing to high school students.
Last year, when the program launched with STD testing offered in eight schools, about 3,000 students participated and 13 percent of them tested positive for an STD, mostly gonorrhea or chlamydia. This year, all high school students will have the opportunity to participate in the program. They will attend a lecture and Q&A session about STDs. Then 15 to 20 of them at a time will be given paper bags containing urine collection cups and will be sent into bathroom stalls. Once students are in the stalls, they will decide whether or not they want to provide a urine sample. They’ll then return the paper bags with the container inside, either filled or not, so others won’t know whether they’ve given a sample. Students will then be given a password to use when they call in a week later to find out the tests’ results and receive treatment, if necessary. Keep reading »
My 85-year-old Grandma has got some serious game and an even hotter love life than me. Still dating in her golden years, my grams finally settled down and moved in with her sexy new boyfriend. He’s 94, also a Holocaust survivor, and a total charmer. They spend the winters at her condo in Boca (that’s Boca Raton, Florida, natch), and the summers at his place in New York. So, while she’s in town, I took the opportunity to ask my own personal dating guru to share her secrets with us Frisky gals. Here’s what Grandma’s got to say about the best places to meet men, masturbation, sex back in the day, and porn addiction. What, you think I’d let her get off easy?
Got a question for Simcha’s grandma? Email email@example.com — no topic is off-limits for this silver fox! Keep reading »
In Jamie Bufalino’s sex column in Time Out New York this week, a 30-year-old straight woman writes in to tell Jamie about a super-embarrassing moment she experienced during sex with her new boyfriend recently. She says:
This evening we are fooling around and I am straddling him but no actual intercourse. All of a sudden—OMG Jamie, I can’t even write this—I felt some sort of warm liquid under me…I don’t know WTF happened, there seriously was no warning whatsoever…but somehow, my body released runny, watery, disgusting, liquidy s**t. Not a lot, but definitely enough. Again, no signs of it coming, no stomach gurgling, no slipped fart, nada. Just straight-up liquid s**t. I stopped immediately, hopped into the shower, and wanted to curl up and disappear. He was actually very polite and understanding about it. I want to know, how the hell did this happen?!? Why was there no warning?!? I’m so disgusted and humiliated that I don’t know if I have the courage to ever see him again.
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