Welcome to more adventures in objectum sexuality, the fetish where a person finds herself sexually attracted to an inanimate object. The latest object of desire is our very own Lady Liberty. Twenty-seven-year-old Brit, Amanda Whittaker has taken a shine to our Statue of Liberty. “She is my long-distance lover and I am blown away by how stunning she is,” Amanda says of her woman. She first fell for “Libby” (her pet name for the statue), when she saw her picture online. Since then, she’s flown across the pond to visit Libby four times, caressing her bonze body and blowing her kisses. Amanda considered marrying her, but thought it would be selfish since Libby has so many other admirers. Instead, she’s settled for a room full of replicas of her lover. Before Libby, Amanda had a passionate tryst with a drum set. “Other people might be shocked to think I can have romantic feelings for an object, but I am not the same as them.” I can’t say I understand Amanda’s complex feelings for Libby, but I don’t judge. You can’t help who you fall in love with. And you certainly can’t deny the sexiness of freedom. We wish these two life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness together. [The Sun]
People have seen a lot of things in food — Jesus, Mary, Mother Teresa, Michael Jackson. But at The Frisky, we tend to see the naughty in everything. Who says playing with your food is a bad thing? All this phallic salad needs is some creamy dressing. Ok, maybe that was taking it too far. This food porn is obviously intentional, but click through to see some more naturally occurring sexy mouthfuls that’ll make you do a double take.
We love this study in female masturbation orgasms. Because, seriously, each one is totally different depending on your mood and and method. But orgasms can be divided into general categories. Click through to see diagrams of the different types of masturbatory orgasms. Starting with the standard “Good Orgasm”, which never, ever gets old. [Tempest Paige]
One spring afternoon when I was in high school in New York City, I had a bizarre health scare. A friend and I had been lounging by the Hudson River pretending to read and philosophize but really gossiping about our schoolmates — acting exactly our age.
That afternoon, I had miserable symptoms as I always did when I had my period. So I popped some handy painkillers, waited for them to work, gritted my teeth, yakked some more with my friend, and then went home. Later that evening I noticed myself itching at the hairline, then on my face. Within an hour, I was completely covered with distinct red polka dots which would have been cute on a dress, but were horrifying on my skin. Hurriedly I showered, took Benadryl, and woke up fine the next morning. I assumed it had been a reaction to something on the ground or a tree.
But then it happened again the next time I had my period. So my mother, like the good Jewish mom that she is, marched me to the doctor. There I learned I was allergic to anti-inflammatory medicines: Aspirin, Advil, Aleeve, Motrin and their equivalents. I could only take Tylenol, which didn’t help nearly as much as the other pills had.
This newly-diagnosed allergy posed a big problem. Keep reading »
One of the perks of my job at The Frisky is I get sent a lot of vibrators. This is great, as I avidly practice self-love and think every woman needs to have a vibrator. But with so many vibes on the market — seriously, there are tonssssss – how’s a gal to choose? This flowchart should help! Each of these has been tried and tested by yours truly so get ready to get your buzz on! Details on each model and where to buy, after the jump! Keep reading »