Think of your favorite on screen couple. Now, think of your favorite on scene couple’s sex scene. Sexy right? Think again. The creation of a sex scene must be the unsexiest way to get it on. Learn why on Cracked…
Mike* added me on Facebook and struck up conversation the day after our mutual friend – who was under the impression that we were both single and searching – set us up. We hit it off immediately. I did all the relevant Google
stalking research, watched YouTube videos where he discussed important things he learned at Yale, internally combusted over how perfect we seemed for each other and hypothesized about what our babies would look like.
Conversation seemed to be going so smoothly and I was feeling giddy as fuck, so I didn’t even bother to give myself a moment to breathe and trip over reality when he said, “Screw it! I’m driving to LA tomorrow to take you out.”
The thing is, although I get that the above was potentially just naïve by me, what followed was perhaps one of the best, most fun, most connected first dates I’ve ever had. Conversation was engaging and never ending, we laughed so much we made outright dicks of ourselves, and I felt extremely comfortable with him. I literally cannot emphasize enough how uncanny it all felt, which is a sentiment he later voiced out loud when he quipped that it felt like I was “already his girlfriend.” Keep reading »
Trigger warning: this video and the text below contain accounts of rape and sexual assault.
On last night’s “Nightline,” three of Bikram Choudhury’s five sexual assault accusers bravely came forward to talk about the horrors they suffered at the hands of the yoga guru. Honestly, I had read about the charges, but the first-hand accounts were far more disturbing than I imagined. As a newly minted yoga teacher and a long-time yogi, these women’s stories rocked me to the core. To think of a practice that has been such a positive influence in my life being perverted by the most disgusting form of victimization is gut wrenching. As Sarah Baughn, the first woman to come forth in the media with her charges, says, “My daughter one day looked at me and said…’Mommy I want to be just like you. I want to be a yoga teacher.’ And all I could think was, ‘You can’t do that. You’ll get raped.’” Keep reading »
Like many daydreamers, I often think about time periods other than the one I’m currently living in that I would most likely enjoy. I usually settle on the roaring ’20s (it’s easy to get caught up in how cute everyone would look with flapper dresses and bobbed hair). Then I remember, of course, what the ’20s were actually like. Women had only recently secured the right to vote, abortion was illegal, penicillin and birth control were very new, and employment opportunities were still divided into men- and women-only. (Guess who had the less attractive options?)
This little game is just a daydream. Yet it ends up always serving as a reminder that I’m fortunate to be a woman the 21st century. And that’s a reminder I’m ashamed to admit, as a feminist, that I need somewhat often. There are times when being a woman even in 2014 feels disappointing — things should be better, things should have changed more. I’m privileged as an educated white, middle-class woman that these things are as few as they are. But one of the very biggest areas that needs changing is women writing about sex. Keep reading »
You don’t need to sell me on the idea that drag is deeply inspiring (see: my obsession with “RuPaul’s Drag Race”). It’s not just about the WOW effect of all the sequins on the catwalk, it’s about making gender performance, which falls outside of the traditional binary, palatable to a wider audience. Artist Saint Hoax attended his first drag show and was stuck by the sequins, yes, but also by how it takes the “exact effort to make a leader” that it does to make an iconic drag queen: a flamboyant name, a fierce persona, defining outfits, a personalized hairdo, a trademark feature and one hell of a PR team. In his piece, “War Drags You Out,” Saint Hoax went to work transforming the most controversial political leaders into iconic queens. In a statement on his website, Saint Hoax writes:
“A rush of images containing Hitler’s mustache, Bin laden’s headgear, Obama’s campaigns, Saddam’s narcism crossed through my mind. It got me thinking that behind every ‘great’ man, there’s a queen. Like drag queens, political/religious leaders are expected to entertain, perform and occasionally lip-sync a public speech. But unlike drag queens, the fame hungry leaders don’t know when to take their costumes off. ”
After the jump, meet Hitleria Hysteria,Queen Abby, Madame O’ Sane, Georgia Buchette, Vladdy Pushin’ Ossie B’ and Baricka O’Bisha making their debuts in GIF form. WERK! [Jezebel] Keep reading »
I’m single which means that, in theory, each day presents the opportunity to get laid by someone new. I don’t usually take advantage of this perk of being single in my every day life, mostly because I’ve deemed the New York City’s entire male population to be unfuckable. I am, however, much, much, much more open to the possibility of hooking up when I’m traveling. Plus, it’s basically a fact that being an out-of-towner has a certain appeal to local dudes who are terrified of any possibility of commitment. Basically, my rolling suitcase and obvious lack of knowledge about local traffic laws have proven to be massive turn-ons. In part one of this episode of Funny Girl Sex Guide, I reveal some types of travel hookups that you’re likely to experience at some point in your life, with examples from my own.
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In today’s Dear Prudence letter, a woman going by the name of “Feeling Dirty” wrote in “grossed out” and “confused” that her boyfriend of two years seems to be turned on every time she poops — especially if it’s of the diarrhea variety. The woman, who mentions that she grew up in a house where bathroom behavior was never discussed, admits that she’s one of those secret poopers, even in her own home, which she shares with her boyfriend, “Ron.” She writes:
“Now that ‘Ron’ and I are living together, I have to divulge certain information on a need to know basis. More specifically, if I have diarrhea. These times I have had to explain, ‘You may not want to go in there for a while.’ The weird thing is, 15 minutes or so after telling him such, Ron initiates sex. I find it gross and confusing. He knows how uncomfortable I feel as it is. This has happened four times so far. He denies a pattern or that it’s unusual. Am I the one being weird about this?”
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You probably suspected that Pandora’s Box of internet porn was wide and vast and although perhaps you were curious enough to peek into the dark corners and catch a glimpse of a woman being gang banged by a group of pterodactyls once, you felt content to keep that box (pardon the word choice) tightly shut. The people at PornMD have done you the favor (?) of opening the box for you and creating a real time, live-scroll of global porno search terms. Trust me, you won’t be able to look…or look away. It’s also likely that you’ll spent the rest of your day alternately contemplating human nature and researching stuff you never even knew existed such as “peeing in leggings,” no categorical ski,” analscreen” and “toilet plunger sex.” Good thing that the live-scroll is clickable and will take you directly to XXX-rated clips. Or not. After the jump, the live-feed in GIF form. Or you can visit the actual one at your own risk. [Gizmodo] Keep reading »