Ladyparts are oh-so-problematic. They smell. They’re hairy. And when you wear super-tight clothing, they don’t automatically invert inside your body like an oyster to prevent camel toe. Can’t a girl give herself a yeast infection in peace? Luckily, the marketplace has generously stepped in to “help” us “solve” this beguiling conundrum. We just heard about the Smooth Groove, an invention out of Britain that looks like a snazzy, black-and-white athletic cup. Smooth Groove’s website claims, without attribution, “A staggering 55 percent of women, irrespective of age size or weight experience camel toe at some point.” Um, really? Who is conducting those surveys?! No one has ever asked me about my camel toe. [Smooth Groove]
Let’s check out some more camel toe prevention products for those who like their dignity intact, as well as their leggings extra-snug.
Anytime you start getting embarrassed by America’s gator hunters and four-year-old GoGo Juice guzzlers, it can be helpful to see what the folks are up to in southern Italy. Italy is, of course, the country until recently run by prostitute-hiring Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, a television magnate who was loved/reviled for appointing showgirls to political positions. So it should surprise no one that two pole-dancing porn stars are facing off in a mayoral race in Taranto, Italy, a town located on the heel of Italy’s “boot.”
Let’s take a closer look at Amandha Fox and Luana Borgia … no, not that kind of look. Keep reading »
I rolled out of bed to pee. I shuffled past the roaring wood stove, into my snow boots and towards our one and only bathroom—the outdoors. After leaving New York City, my fiancé and I moved to Montana and built a traditional yurt from scratch. It was a bitch of a task, but the outcome was a nomadic home surrounded by five mountain ranges. And this was our inaugural night of official yurt slumber. Yanking the door open, I stepped into what felt like a meat locker: pitch dark, minus 20 degrees, tree shadows, the hush of night. Bare-assed, bare everywhere, I squatted in the snow.
Letting my eyes adjust, I dripped dry. Wind blew itself in from somewhere—first small wisps, then full-blown gusts. It whipped around me, moving between my legs and up my back, alerting every pore, shivering my elbows and loosing my hair to a wild mess. As the wind continued, my whole self began to vibrate. Whoa. I clutched myself, trying to not fall backwards.
I felt aroused. Keep reading »
You just enjoyed some great sexytime with a guy you’re really, really into. He isn’t hurriedly getting dressed and running out of the door while making embarrassed excuses. Instead, he is soundly asleep next to you, as quiet and comfortable as a baby. Perhaps he is even holding you in his arms. Does this mean that he will stick around in the long-run? Eh, actually, Michigan researchers believe that men may fall asleep after sex to avoid commitment talks, but don’t worry ladies — they’re only doing it for us! Keep reading »
Cheryl Cohen Greene has devoted the last 40 years of her life to helping others overcome sexual discomfort and dysfunction through her work as a sex surrogate. She’s seen nearly a thousand clients in that time — some of whom she merely touches and shares affection with, others with whom she actually has intercourse – and believes that her work has the power to change lives. Her career also had an impact on her own sex life; she met her husband Bob in 1979 when he came to her as a client, struggling with performance anxiety. Keep reading »