A new paper published in the Archives of Sexual Behavior profiled “Stephen,” a 45-year-old “socially anxious but pleasant and cooperative” man who voluntarily checked himself into a psych ward complaining of his intense desire to be “consumed by a large, dominant woman and then defecated by her.” Stephen also admitted to fantasizing about “being feces or semen and being expelled by a person.” Strangely, Stephan’s main reason for seeking professional help was the fear that he was gay. Keep reading »
In the light of recent sex scandals involving yoga “gurus” Bikram Choudhury and John Friend, Miami-based Budokon teacher, Cameron Shayne (pictured above), who’s known as the “world authority on yogic and martial arts integration,” penned a lengthy, braggy, philosophically dense missive for RebelleSociety.com about why having sex with students is totally ethical. In his piece, “Hot Sex For Real Yogis: Can I Have Sex With My Yoga Teacher?” Shayne seeks to answer the question: “Should we as Yoga teachers, and others as yoga students be restricted or limited regarding our sexual partnerships in order to accommodate the beliefs of others?”
The “beliefs of others” being? Well, I’m not sure, but his answer is obviously NO considering that he opens by confessing that he’s slept with several of his students. “As a single male yoga teacher, I have had on more than one occasion engaged in deep and meaningful intimate relationships with a woman I have met either in my class, workshops or in the yoga community,” Shayne writes. In addition, he makes it clear that he doesn’t regret any of these sexual relationships — even the ones that ended like a “Woody Allen tragedies” because “mistake-making [is] essential to the human experience. Therefore you cannot have sex with the wrong person — only a person that provides you with another intrinsic part of the whole that becomes your story.” Keep reading »
I am done with penis.
I knew I was finished with it years ago, but, stupidly, I kept holding out as if I just hadn’t found The One True Penis — say, one that glittered or was bent upwards at the perfect angle. But penis-in-vagina was such a simple go-to when I wanted to have sex! Sometimes, I would pull him into bed with me so fast that even I thought I wanted him inside me. But then, no matter how eager and considerate the lover or great the dick, my arousal would sputter a few minutes after he was in. It was like dumping ice cubes on my vagina.
Thats why I’m swearing off cock–or more particularly, penile penetration. I’ve tried all kinds of things to get penis-in-vagina sex to work for me: large cocks and small cocks, silicone and flesh, bent at different angles and attached to all genders of bodies. I’ve put on blindfolds in order to narrow my sensation to just to what was between my legs and had some of the most talented people I could find manipulate my g-spot. All to no avail. Keep reading »
Dear Joji Kondo,
You lied to me! You told me the 200 bicycle seats sitting in our basement were from a faulty shipment at work and that you would be examining them as part of your company’s initiative on quality control. You started spending more time in the basement — sniffing the seats, straddling them and licking them. I thought it was strange, but I know you have a passion for bicycles, so I let it go because I loved you. When we were out, I saw you eyeing parked bicycles. You looked at them in lascivious way. You had a particular fondness for the ones with child seats. I tried my best to interpret it as part of your mad genius for mechanical engineering. Keep reading »
It’s like the Titanic, but it’s a strip club. Seriously. Marine biologist, Gil Koplovitz, discovered an abandoned, sub-aquatic venue in the water beneath Eilat, Israel, while working in the area. According to Koplovitz, it used to be an underwater restaurant, but apparently it closed and re-opened as a strip club called the Nyphas Show Bar. “The entrance [to the strip joint] is above water … People just crossed a 230-foot bridge and went down a flight of stairs. No need to get wet,” Koplovitz said. There’s no clue as to when the club closed its doors, but the stripper poles are still intact as is the website for the restaurant. So, definitely in this millennium. After the jump, check out a picture of the inside of the club. I think someone needs to reopen this place with real-life mermaids. [i09 via HuffPo] Keep reading »