There is unrest within the Brony community, folks. Let me set the scene for you: Brony falls madly in love with “My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic” star Twilight Sparkle. Smitten brony decides he will wed Twilight Sparkle, becomes jealous of her other fans. Brony pens angry letter to Deviant artist Kevinsano, who makes erotic art of Twilight Sparkle. We read excerpts from the letter. Here’s a teaser:
“Twilight is my fiancé, we’re planning on getting married next June of July should everything go as planned financially speaking. And yes, I have actually found a wedding chapel that will let me marry someone that most people would consider a fictional character. Now before you go thinking “This guy is either completely crazy or just screwing with me” please hear me out on this …”
You should probably read the full letter after the jump because it gets so much more intense after this. I wonder what people in remote parts of Africa would think of this letter. [AV Club] Keep reading »
Here’s a sex advice question that comes to us via the UK’s Guardian:
I am a 23-year-old man and am obsessed with celebrity culture. Whenever I have sex with my girlfriend, I insist that she must wear a mask of one of the female celebrities who really turn me on, such as Billie Piper or Kimberley Walsh. My girlfriend isn’t too impressed with this, but goes along with it anyway. However, when she wants me to have sex with her when she is not wearing a mask, I don’t think I can, because I can only get turned on by the celebrities.
I think I can speak for all of us when I say WHAT?! Keep reading »
It was after L left and I looked in the mirror that I realized I might have a problem. My breasts and neck were covered in bruises and bite marks. One was even bleeding; that would leave a scar. I was heading to my parents’ house in two days for Christmas, and although I knew I could cover the mess that had been made of my boobs, my neck was going to be a different story. If I had a stockpile of turtlenecks, it would have been one thing, but I’m just not a turtleneck type of girl.
When I first started dating, I knew that I liked to be bitten. There was something both sensual and animalistic about it that I couldn’t help but be enticed by. When I masturbated it was always something I thought about: that aggressive devouring that would leave battle scars. However, high school, and even college guys, were hesitant to rock the boat in their sexual performances. So, when I’d whisper, “Bite my neck,” I would either end up with sad little hickeys or their efforts would be so weak that I would never bother to ask again. There’s nothing worse than a weak bite. Keep reading »
Maybe this is an odd thing to say, but I find comfort in the fact that any bizzaro idea you can dream up already has an accompanying paraphilia or SubReddit page. It makes me feel a little less alone in the world. A friend of mine told me about the wet and messy shoe fetish for people who get aroused watching women walking in water or mud while wearing high heels. I’m not here to judge, or even try to understand, just to report my findings. If you have some free time you’re looking to waste, WetHighHeels.com has plenty more footage where this treasure came from.
“I have a shopping fetish!”
“I have a total fetish for caramel-covered popcorn — it’s my favorite snack!”
“She watches the Kardashians’ shows because she has a weird Kim fetish. She’s wants to dress like her so badly.”
You’ve probably heard a comment like this at least once a week your entire life. These sorts of comments drive me bonkers, because those people are not really referring to fetishes.
Instead, they’re misusing the word “fetish” to describe anything they really like, instead of something that sexually turns them on. I imagine it might be the same way gay folks would feel when a straight-person says to their same-sex friend “I’m gay for you,” when really they just mean their friend is a good buddy.
This is a subject we could all stand to know more about. Obviously I am not a psychologist or a medical expert of any kind; I’m just a woman with a spanking fetish who is researching official information on the subject on Google and including my own experiences and tips. I highly recommend visiting a sex-positive therapist, specifically a sex therapist, for a professional consult and to sort this stuff out if you or a loved one have a fetish or paraphilia.
But for a basic 101 on fetishes and paraphilia, here are some commonly asked questions and answers:
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For as long as we’re aware of other people’s dirty bits and sexual desires, we’re aware of how funny it can be to talk about them. My niece, for instance, thinks that “butt” is the funniest word in the English language. But she’s six. The grown-up version of “Ha ha, butt!” are those conversations — either whispered sotto voce or way-too-loud after a few too many cocktails — about other people’s personal lives, particularly the parts we’re not supposed to know. She did what? He wanted to put his thingy where? Oh my God. EW.
I’m not above finding the TMI details of other people’s private lives fascinating. Or sharing my own. Hey, the dude who wanted to lock me inside a dog cage and pee on me makes for an interesting story. (Hopefully he has found someone less claustrophobic to fulfill that pecadillo.) It satisfies the same morbid curiosity that wants to see celebrity nude pics. We want to know what other people are packing, I suppose so we can compare it against ourselves.
But there’s a point where a line needs to be drawn. It needs to be drawn hard. We need to stop posting people’s real-life personal, private, sexual information on the Internet for the purpose of mocking or shaming them. Keep reading »
The New York Times Style section usually emits more groans from me than cheers. Remember that piece about how bangs are “in”? And how women wear dresses? So I was ecstatic this week to see the Modern Love essay is by Jillian Keenan, a woman with a spanking fetish who is struggling to come out about it to her boyfriend. The essay touched on the struggles female spankos face from a judgmental and/or misunderstanding public, namely that we all must have suffered sexual abuse (not true) or must be gravely damaged in some way (also not true). And I was particularly delighted that 50 Shades Of Grey got only a brief mention. Keep reading »
Japan’s SPA magazine recently published an article called “The Ultimate Form Of Slob,” about the masculinization of women, which appears to be manifesting itself in female “slob” behaviors. This includes slacking on cleanliness in homes, refusing to maintain hairless bodies, and wait for it … wearing diapers to avoid having to take bathroom breaks at work.
One of the 25-year-old “slobs” interviewed in the piece confessed to wearing a diaper to work for the last six months to save her the trouble of having to use the toilet. LIKE, SHE PEES IN HER DIAPER AND SITS IN IT. Apparently, this trend is catching on and some drugstores have started stocking their feminine hygiene sections with lots of adult diapers. Keep reading »
I’ll bet you’ve never heard of a happy ending like this before. A Kansas woman is suing her personal trainer for allegedly ejaculating on her feet after a training session at the gym. Groaaaaannnn.
After completing her workout at her Gold’s Gym in Merriam, Kansas, Ashley Clevenger claims her trainer Darrell Davis took her back to a room “equipped and designated for massages.” While she was on her stomach getting her legs and feet massaged, Clevenger claims she felt “something strange on her feet that did not feel like hands.” She turned around and saw Davis “rubbing his exposed penis on her feet” and “ejaculat[ing] on [her] feet.” Clevenger is suing for psychological and emotional damages. Keep reading »
In college, I was madly in love with a guy named Elijah who looked like Denzel Washington. We were both undergraduate acting majors, and I spent the whole of freshman year ogling his perfect face, and perfect bottom. All I wanted out of life was the chance to have a romantic make out session with him, and seeing as how Elijah actually asking me out on a date was as likely as the Second Coming of Christ, I knew I’d have to be the one to make a move.
Dreams do come true, you see. It’s just, they tend to take an awful lot of work.
A holiday soiree was coming up at my acting school and I thought it the perfect opportunity for a casual but flirtatious conversation between and Elijah and me. There’d be free drinks and dancing and I planned to wear this slinky, red acrylic number. I also planned for Elijah to be drunk enough to think Sara Barron sure looks good in that slinky, red acrylic number. I bought my college friend, Melanie, along with me so she could act as personal cheerleader. “Go! Go! Go!” she’d shout whenever she saw Elijah disengaged from other conversations. I procrastinated for hours, however, until her enthusiasm waned. Keep reading »