Right about now, I’m wishing I were a seahorse. Their mating/reproduction/parenting model sounds absolutely ideal and egalitarian. You lay the eggs, he carries the babies and you take care of him while he’s knocked up. I could be down for this setup. Can we make this happen for humans? [Buzzfeed]
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I’ve promised my friends that if I ever got to the point when I was single, approaching mid-30′s and out of options that I would try online dating (again). I’ve arrived there, but I’m skittish. Last time I forayed into virtual dating world, I ended up on a date with a guy who was “under federal investigation.” That was enough to put me off for a long time. Lately, a single friend has been doing the online thing and trying to convince me to do the same. On her most recent date, the guy was waiting for her when she emerged from the bathroom … right outside the door. When she declined a make out session, he said he “just really needed to go.” OK. This does nothing to encourage me. The pickings appear to be very SLIM. This leads me to my discovery: There exists an untapped market of available men who are sure to be more fun (and safer) to spend the evening with than a criminal or a bathroom stalker. Who are they, you ask? Where are they? I’ve scoped them out for you, for us. Click through to see the most eligible sex dolls out there.
As a woman 32 years of age who has spent as much time single as she’s spent attached, boy oh boy do I have tales from the field. (And by “the field,” I mean the casual sex/dating circuit.) One thing I’ve learned we all do from time to time: make weird, embarrassing, outlandish exclamations during sex. The weirdest thing I’ve ever said relates to an early 2005 spanking incident … but I’ll leave it at that, and instead focus on embarrassing anonymous sources instead of myself.
For your enjoyment (and edification?), here’s a roundup of the strangest things I’ve heard during sex. Keep reading »
On the season finale of “The Real Housewives of Atlanta,” Kandi Burruss finally managed to gross me out. And no, it had nothing to do with her va-jay-jay/pee-pee/sex toy talk. When auditioning male models for her Bedroom Kandi launch party, she referred to a man’s chest hair as something truly revolting. “I don’t care if you have a little bit of hair, but I don’t want it to look like curled up, little naps, like little taco meat,” Kandi said after seeing Termaine shirtless. I’m sure poor Termaine went home ASAP and waxed his “taco meat.” Ewww. Not only was that beyond gross, but the poor guy is probably going to have a complex for the rest of his life. As will I. I am going to live in fear of thinking of tacos every time a man gets naked in front of me. Make it stop. After the jump, more gross food terms that should NEVER be used to describe a man’s body. Keep reading »
A couple months ago, I was excited to find out that scientists were busy “zapping balls” in hopes of finding an effective and safe birth control method for men. Well, I recently stumbled upon some more exciting news for the fellas who were a little weary of any procedure that involved the shocking of their testicles, but are still interested in taking responsibility for their own reproductive lives. A new male contraceptive has been under clinical trials in India, which boasts a 100 percent success rate — no zaps necessary! The method works by injecting something called Vasalgel into the penis, which annihilates sperm before they successfully complete their baby-making agenda. Okay, dudes, I know the excitement about this new birth control dwindled a little with the idea of taking a shot directly into your junk, but at least someone is thinking about giving you (and us ladies) more options. The procedure only takes 15 minutes, lasts up to 10 years and is easily reversible. Clinical trials are starting this year and the injection is expected to be available for us starting as early as 2015. Would you guys be interested in trying this new birth control injection? [Nerve]
Recently, I ended up naked in front of a full-length mirror. It was an accident. Seriously, it was. I don’t walk around naked that much. Anyway, there I was, naked, in front of this mirror. And for some reason, I took a long moment, just to look. And it was weird. Because it occurred to me that I never do that. Which I guess is actually pretty normal. But the weird part was that I didn’t really know my own naked body. It was vaguely familiar, of course. I mean, I do take showers and stuff. But I almost never pay attention to it, except to give it some unhelpful critique or be surprised by how chubby it’s gotten in certain places. Actually, ever since I gained some weight, I’ve wanted to be naked even less. Especially when there’s no immediate sex involved. Standing in front of the mirror, I had a small epiphany. I should get to know my naked body. I should get good at being naked. Actually, everyone should. If I was a dictator, I’d mandate daily naked time. And free healthcare for all! And cake! But mostly naked time. Why? Here are some reasons… Keep reading »