If aliens landed and took stock of pop culture from the past decade, they might conclude that men on Earth are boobie-crazed sex beasts enslaved by their own desires, and that pornography is as essential to a man’s life as air. Two male activists are seriously troubled by the ubiquity of porn in Western men’s lives, the degradation of and violence against women in porn, and how they believe the objectification of women warps men’s minds. Earlier this month, Matt McCormack Evans and Jonathan Wragg started The Anti-Porn Men Project, an online space where they hope to have an educational discussion with other dudes about pornography, separate from the one still burning — albeit faintly — among mostly ’60s- and ’70s-era feminists. Keep reading »
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“This actor who was an Academy Award nominee/winner has been married for quite some time. While on the set of a recent movie he started having an affair with this actress who was a Golden Globe nominee/winner. Nothing really that juicy about the affair except for the fact the couple never had sex. Nope. Turns out our actor just likes to have our actress spank him while he wears some of her clothes.”
“I would smack [Lindsay Lohan] in the mouth if I saw her … I would say, ‘You deserve this and nothing else – whack!’ And then if she’s not satisfied, I’d put her over my knee and spank her. The same thing with Paris Hilton — those children are begging for help. What they’re doing is saying…‘Can you please help me?’ When people who have celebrity give nothing in return, they need a spanking and a reprimand.”
— Jerry Lewis to “Inside Edition.” No, that’s not paternalistic at all. Joking about hitting a woman in the mouth and then giving her spankings? I’m floored he thinks this is humorous. (Besides the point, the words “spanking” and “Lindsay Lohan” could be so much sexier.) What an a**hole. [Dlisted via "Inside Edition"] Keep reading »
For over a decade, Bob Dole, your father and untold legions of horny old men have reaped the benefits of the erectile dysfunction pill Viagra. Next month, a Food and Drug Administration committee will deliberate on the so-called “female Viagra,” a pill called flibanserin that reportedly ignites a woman’s sexual desire. It’s about damn time, people! [The Washington Post]
Now, we at The Frisky don’t necessarily have a problem with better living through chemistry and I’m not doubting that some — or even many — women have a lower libido than they would like. But, ladies (and the fellas who love them), before you go popping little blue pills (dear God, please tell me female Viagra are not going to be little pink pills), let’s put on our Cosmo hat and try some other moves to up your sexual desire first. And no, none of them involve Horny Goat Weed. Keep reading »
“There were a couple in there when I thought: ‘God, Casey!’ He got a bit of power behind it. It was definitely real. … I normally take [son, Ryder Robinson] on the set with me, but not for that one. ‘Mommy is going to be naked on the bed, smoking and getting spanked in the next scene, honey!’ I guess it will be weird for him when he does eventually watch it.”
The following is an excerpt from Whip Smart: A Memoir, by Melissa Febos, who we recently interviewed about her four years working as a dominatrix at a New York City dungeon. Here, Febos is about to have her very first “domination session” with a male client at the dungeon, for which she is being paid $75.
An hour can be a long time. Hell, a minute can be a long time. The minute before your first kiss with someone is a painstaking collection of seconds, each one more bloated with anticipation than the last. The first minute of a tattoo is a long one as well. Pain has few rivals in its ability to slow time. Fear, excitement, elation — these are kissing cousins, all with the sensorial power to render each second humming with every tick and gasp of our bodies, the whirr of insect wings and distant car engines. Sometimes, I could savor these moments, relish them as opportunities to walk straight into the fact of being alive. In the seconds that crept into the minutes of my very first domination session, I had no idea what I wanted. The $75 certainly, but beyond that? Character- building life experience? I would have confidently named these motives right up until the moment that the door of the Red Room closed behind me. With the clasp of its latch, all bravado and ideology dimmed with the light of the hallway behind. It was only me, a naked old man, and 60 minutes of palpable expectation. An hour alone with a naked man with whom you do not intend to have sex can be a very long time …
Far be it for us to criticize an outing to a “risque” bondage nightclub as a getting-to-know-you exercise. But the Republican National Committee is not having it. Today, the RNC canned Allison Meyers, director of the group’s “Young Eagles” program, after news of a scandal broke yesterday that Meyer had approved the reimbursement of receipts for Voyeur, a West Hollywood bondage club where performers do S&M (sadomasochistic) acts onstage. The nearly $2,000 “Young Eagles” outing was apparently reimbursed to Republican donor Erik Browne. But, according to an internal email by the RNC Chief of Staff, obtained by the political news website Politico, the February trip to Voyeur was not an RNC-sanctioned event; supposedly, neither RNC Chairman Michael Steele, nor senior staff, knew about the expenditure. [The Huffington Post]
I texted him as soon as I woke up.
“What do you want me to wear today?”
I brushed my teeth and washed my face while I waited for him to text me back.
“White button-down shirt. Tuck it in. Your jeans. Flats. Put your hair in a ponytail. Send me a photo.”
I dressed as instructed, then stood before the wall-length mirror in my apartment’s hallway. Smiling into the mirror, I snapped a photo on my iPhone and sent it to Ben*.
Thirty seconds later, a text message: “Very nice.” Then I knew I could leave for work.
Ben was not abusive. I was not being hurt, nor was I unhappy. We were in a dominant/submissive relationship — or playing at one, anyway — and following his orders got me unbelievably, unbelievably turned on. Keep reading »