Welcome to the 21st century, Virginia! Despite the Supreme Court ruling in 2003 that state law can not deem sexual relations between consenting adults a “crime,” VA has continued to do so for 10 years — until this week. An appeals court finally nixed the state’s anti-sodomy law regulating “crimes against nature,” which criminalized anal and oral sex between consenting adults. The law was basically seen as a justification for VA authorities to further persecute gay and lesbian folks. Well, that is no more. Commit all the crimes against nature (between consenting adults, of course) that you want! [Huffington Post, Queerty]
I’ve been asked by people on different ends of the fat lover spectrum about advice being a good ally. From the “My lover doesn’t see how beautiful she is and won’t have sex with the lights on” to the “My lover uses the term ‘fat’ to describe themselves but I’ve always thought of that as a derogatory word … isn’t it?” For Fat Sex Week, I’ve highlighted some of the best ways to be a good ally to your fat lover.
This is all from my limited perspective, you should obviously be in good communication with your lover to find out what works for them and how they operate in the world. Communication is an essential sex toy!
This advice applies to folks of all sizes, not just thinner folks partnered (in all the myriad ways one can partner) with fat folks. And a lot of it is good advice for sex in general, regardless of whether or not your partner is fat. Keep reading »
Oh, hurray! A story with a not-horrible ending!
Here goes: photographer Anne Almasy purchased a print advertisement for a magazine called Weddings Unveiled. It was the first-ever print ad that she had ever purchased and she was pretty excited. So it really sucked when, on Valentine’s Day, the editor of Weddings Unveiled called to say they didn’t “feel comfortable” publishing an ad depicting a same-sex couple (partially displayed above). The editor asked if Almasy had another photograph she would prefer to use; she didn’t. The editor then said it was good that they hadn’t run her credit card yet to charge her for the ad. Keep reading »
When I came out as a lesbian, my mom cited my rabid N’Sync fandom as evidence that I was obviously mistaken. She was certain that my liking a group of effeminate, nearly prepubescent boys, gyrating to songs about feelings was indicative of my heterosexuality. I’ve used that story as the punch line to my coming out for years. But just recently, I’ve found myself yet again defending my sexual preferences to my own peers in light of some my pop culture life choices, namely “Magic Mike.”
I’m going to go right out there and say it: Channing Tatum is a rhythmic god. Don’t pretend you don’t like dance movies, specifically “Step Up,” or that you haven’t spent time in front of the mirror trying to perfect your own moves after seeing him effortlessly slide across that stage and into the laps of awaiting women. And, sure, maybe my seeing a movie about male strippers multiple times seems a little suspect, seeing as the audience was predominately straight women acting as though they were at the bachelorette party of their lives. I will tell you that I found my jaw on the ground through the majority of the movie. So what? Keep reading »