GOD I love Robot Hugs. Robot Hugs is the webcomic behind that amazing analysis of street harassment as a male attitude of ownership over public spaces and everything that exists in public spaces. One of their new strips addresses, well, strippers — or, more specifically, why men have ugly attitudes toward sex workers to whom they are patrons. Keep reading »
This brothel menu from the early 1900s has been circulating around the internet for some time now, but this is the first I’ve seen of it, so allow me to ask some vital questions. I’ve calculated the value of the services based on this inflation calculator and American dollars. Ahem… Keep reading »
I met up with Mark* on Friday night, eager to kiss my long workweek goodbye and roll into the weekend, drink in hand. We’d only been seeing each other a short time and hadn’t slept together yet, but if our chemistry over the last few of weeks was any indication of what was to come, we’d be doing the dirty sooner than later.
That night, we hopped around to some well-known bars in the area, having a beer here and a cocktail there. When night turned into morning, we headed back to his place and it didn’t take long before there was a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom. We made out for a while and were both aching to finally get it on. After about fifteen minutes of giving it a really good college try, it was pretty apparent that sex was not going to happen— at least not successfully. Mark would get hard, he’d strap on a condom and we’d try to get it in, but moments later he was limp as a wet noodle. Whiskey dick strikes again. We laughed it off and called it a night just as I was about to fall off the bed (I was pretty tipsy myself), but I vowed to try again in the morning when everything was back in working order. Keep reading »
Listen, I’m totally supportive of a DIY lifestyle. You wanna make your own makeup and cleaning products from scratch? By all means! Got 30 new uses for old timey mason jars? Tell me all about it! But for the love of god, don’t DIY your contraception, especially with root vegetables pulled from your garden. It’s a bad idea. Case in point: according to Colombia Reports, a 22-year-old woman, on the recommendation of her mother, stuck a potato in her vagina for two weeks in the hopes that it would prevent pregnancy. Instead, the potato grew roots, causing severe abdominal pain. The woman was hospitalized, the potato was surgically removed and she’s expected to be fine, but what isn’t so fine is the fact that Colombia’s youth population has been dissuaded from using real contraception. Keep reading »
So I kind of hate admitting it when a piece of culture cuts straight to the core of everything that hurts me because I’m afraid that admitting it publicly will allow someone to use it to hurt me worse, but I love this slam poem so much — and that’s not something I expected to write today — that I just want everyone to watch it.
Poets Kaycee Filson and Desirée Dallagiacomo (can we be friends? I can tell we’d get along) start a conversation about women reclaiming our sexuality with the reasons that we have to, starting with sex tips in women’s magazines that have nothing to do with women’s sexual pleasure, but everything to do with (pretty bizarre) ways to make men come. We teach girls, this way, that we are empty vessels for men to fill and that is why they feel entitled to do so. Keep reading »
Chances are you’ve heard the story: an unmarked door leads to a dimly-lit massage parlor where women with strong hands and tolerant smiles await a train of libidinous male patrons. The “happy ending” tale is all too common, a mixture of truth and urban legend that captivates male imaginations even in an age of casual sex and unlimited Internet porn.
“It’s always a certain type of place,” said Brian, a 41-year-old screenwriter who admits to visiting the odd “men’s spa” or two (though never, of course, for that). “You go for a reason, and you know what you’re getting when you walk in the door.” Read more on YourTango.com…