Dr. Oz’s bulge got a full spread in this month’s issue of Good Housekeeping. Either the stylist wasn’t paying attention to his pasta boner or this is purposefully soft core. He looks positively aroused by that pasta dish. I can almost hear him getting off on how heart healthy it is. There’s a certain demographic who may find themselves turned on by the combination of food, crotch and Dr. Oz. [Buzzfeed]
A decade ago, my grandmother, then 82, broke her hip. Her recovery involved a month in the hospital while she learned to walk comfortably again, a month that drove my mother, my grandmother’s sole caretaker, to the brink of insanity.
“I can’t go on,” she’d moan. “Calgon, take me away.”
Such was her constant refrain, and this was owing to the fact my grandmother’s behavior while infirm was impossible. Every half-hour my mother fielded a phone call from the hospital: “Bring me my robe! Different hand soap! Scotch tape!” she’d demand.
She’d be angry with a nurse or the limited food selection in the cafeteria, and the constant catering to such needs without nary a please or thank you? It was too much for one woman, my mother, to bear. Keep reading »
Printed pants are hot right now, but these penis leggings take prints to an arousing level. Take a closer look. That’s a d**k print. Suffice it to say, I must own these “Is that a c**k or your legs?” pants even though they cost $150. I will wear them all the time, and wear them proudly. I believe they are what you’d call a conversation piece. [Dlisted]
According to my mother, women don’t masturbate. The fact that I do, and she knows this because she reads what I write and I don’t find the need to keep quiet about the subject, is not only upsetting to her but further proof that I “act like a man.” A phrase both she and my father have used to describe me on several occasions. My father actually regards it as a compliment, while my mother is hoping her words will kick some sort of conventional ideas of how a lady should act into my brain. No such luck yet, mom.
Despite my mother’s thoughts on the subject, women do masturbate. In fact, a lot of them do — and do it often, and it’s pleasurable and makes for a better sex life. If you know how to get yourself off, then sex with someone else is that much more satisfying because you’re confident with yourself and know your body.
Here are five things that you perhaps didn’t know about masturbation. Hopefully these facts will make some of you more open to the subject. Let the climaxing begin! Read more…
According to an article in the Metro UK, the traditional Croatian penis warmer is making a comeback. C**k socks, which were originally worn by shepherds to protect against penile frostbite during long horse rides, are regaining popularity. There’s a stag film in there somewhere. Anyhow, professional knitter, Radmila Kus decided to resurrect (or reserect?) the penis warmer, which she makes to measure. “I used to make slippers for tourists but these willy warmers are so popular I just can’t keep up,” Radmila says. She even plans to make one for President Obama. I wonder if he’s already given her his, uh, measurements. It doesn’t seem like most modern men would need a c**k sock, per se,even in the harshest weather conditions, but hey, Radmila’s creations look like a lot of fun. And I enthusiastically endorse pointless trends if I find them amusing enough. So that’s a YES for me. C**k warmers are the new must-have dickessory. Click through to see some more fun penis warmers for his longest horse rides. [Metro UK]
Have you been watching “Savage U” on MTV? You should be! Frankly, I think the show should be required viewing for teens and college students, as Dan both hilariously and empathetically delivers some of the best and most straightforward sex and dating advice ever seen on TV or elsewhere. The first time I heard Dan (we’re on a first name basis), on his “Savage Love” podcast, talk about the importance of being “GGG” (“Good, Giving and Game”) in a relationship, my mind was kind of blown. So simple, but it encapsulates the exact dynamic I want to share with a partner. So it’s not come as any surprise to me that the advice he’s given on “Savage U” — airing Tuesdays at midnight on MTV — is just as straightforward and spot-on. Here are five bits of advice I especially loved. [MTV] Keep reading »
Very important news here in the world of the female sex drive. A new survey conducted by Women’s Health found that ladies are most in the mood for sex on Saturday night around 11 p.m. Hardly shocking. For most of us, Saturday is our first day off of the week and it’s also the only night we can stay up as late as we want. Well, besides Friday, but I’m usually fairly busted by then and just want to watch reality TV, I don’t know about you. Long work hours and lack of sleep can really kill the ol’ sex drive. Saturday night is statistically our night to cut loose. Keep reading »
“Now that [the ping pong table] here, it’s not going. This table has been the best contribution for fun I’ve had in a long time. This table has seen some action … [laughs] That sounds wrong. … Just the paddles. … [laughs] Paddles. And balls.”
– The ironic part of this GQ interview with Michael Fassbender is that it’s all about reconciling his desire for a “serious” career with the gleeful praise he receives overtly sexual roles in movies like “Shame,” “Fish Tank,” and “A Dangerous Method.” And then, of course, the innuendo starts. Be still, my heart. [GQ]
This past March, the Houston Chronicle fired society reporter Sarah Tressler from her job after the city’s rival newspaper exposed her as a stripper. The Chronicle claimed it only fired Tressler because she did not reveal that job — not, say, because it actually had a problem that one of its reporters worked the pole at upscale strip clubs and wrote about her adventures on a blog called Diary Of An Angry Stripper.
Now Tressler, 30, has retained the notorious feminist lawyer Gloria Allred to fight back. On Thursday, she filed a federal gender discrimination complaint with the U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission against the Chronicle, alleging that she’s being unjustly targeted because stripping is a female-dominated field. Keep reading »
Back in 1992, at the age of 13, I went on an exchange program to France and fell madly in love with a boy named Guillaume. Guillaume Boner. (“Boner” pronounced in the French style, Bone-errrr, emphasis on the errr.) I confessed my crush to Jamie Goldfarb, one of my fellow American travelers, while on an underwhelming tour of the Evian factory.
“Jamie,” I whispered. “I have such a crush on Guillaume.”
“Who?” she asked.
“Guillaume,” I repeated. “Guillaume Boner. He’s Josh Steinberg’s exchange student.”
I’d hoped for a little female bonding on the subject, a little “OMG, I know! I want him too, like la beurre on brioche!” Instead, though, Jamie Goldfarb squealed, “Eww! Gross! How can you like someone whose last name is ‘Boner!’ You’re, like, totally disgusting!” Keep reading »
