While watching your partner have sex with another person is common enough to play a vibrant role in swinging and orgies, and to spawn porn parodies like “One Flew Over the Cuckold’s Nest,” in general it’s safe to assume that a conversation regarding your partner’s sexual history rarely ends well. Recalling Amsterdam trips at 19 or drunken indiscretions with a married man upon moving to New York typically don’t make for the best dirty talk. While honesty is the best policy, exchanging such details in a new relationship often leaves you wishing you left them in your past like your Bob Marley wall tapestry rather than stamped on your present like the peace sign tattoo on your ass.
As a sex writer, I can attest to the usefulness of personal anecdotes in writing. (See: This article.) People tend to be more interested in learning about “sounding” (the practice of inserting objects up the urethra) when you can describe a British man exhibiting such a kink in your bed after a tea date than simply an interview with a sexologist on the practice standing alone. Less clinical, more relatable, with a punch of humor. “The truth is stranger than fiction” said Mark Twain, although I don’t think he was referring to pinkies up pee-holes. While the general population tends to appreciate such tales, the one reader group that grimaces, perhaps secondary to my parents, are my boyfriends. Keep reading »
It’s that time of year again! Every year, The Literary Review announces its short list of nominees for what’s been dubbed “Britain’s Most Dreaded Literary Prize,” the Bad Sex Award. This special literary achievement is reserved for the crudest, most cringeworthy, most awkwardly written sex scenes in modern literature. Erotica is excluded, because that would be too easy. Obviously, the woman who writes all that dinosaur porn would have won. But since her description of triceratops peen is not in the running, we’ll have to consider phrases like “Often my flesh went so dry we would squeak like a rubber shoe-sole on linoleum tile” and “He dunked his amorous biscuit in her teacup of love.” Um, YES. Lucky for us, The Literary Review tweeted some teasers, which I’ve shared after the jump. I personally recommend doing a dramatic reading of them with your coworkers. That’s what’s happening over here at Frisky HQ. [Washington Post] Keep reading »
For many Frisky staffers, and Frisky readers, we’re sure, Salon’s Broadsheet blog is a daily must-read. A so-called “feminist” blog, Broadsheet has always been more than that — a blog about politics, sex, and cultural trends that just so happens to look at those subjects through the female lens. Now, Salon has announced Broadsheet will be no more. Which is sad. But we’re thrilled to hear that one of our favorite
lady writers, Tracy Clark-Flory, who has been at the helm of Broadsheet for the last year, will still be writing for Salon but focusing on long-form original reporting on sex, relationships, and, we’d imagine, feminism. We’re looking forward to more of her insightful, thoughtful, and balanced work that never ceases to make us think. BTW, if you’d like to share your earliest sex memories with Tracy for an upcoming story, she’s looking for interviewees. [Salon] Keep reading »
What’s it like to be a sex writer? Inquiring minds want to know. To find out, we asked Lux Alptraum, editor of sex blog Boinkology and Gawker Media’s Fleshbot, and a Heeb100. After spending a decade covering the wild world of sex, Lux reveals what a day in the life of a sex writer is like, how covering sex affects her love life, and why sex will never be boring. Keep reading »