A letter in this week’s Time Out New York’s sex column, Get Naked, reminded me that sometimes it’s the simplest things that can boggle a mind. A woman writes to columnist Jamie Bufalino:
I like dry sex with my husband, but it only happens a few times per month. I assume hormones are at work, but is there anything I can do to sustain this? Dehydration? I just feel so much more when everything is dry and not ruined by wetness.
At first, I thought, Oh, she likes dry humping with her husband … like they’re a couple of teenagers … that’s kinda cute, I guess … But I continued reading and realized, Oh she means actual dry sex, like with a dry vagina. Um, ew! I’ve never heard of this, have you? I mean, as far as fetishes or sexual preferences, or whatever, go, it’s decidedly tame, but, still, a dry vagina? Really? I mean, wouldn’t that feel … horrible? Bufalino isn’t even a woman and he thinks so — his response to the letter writer after the jump. Keep reading »
“Get Naked,” the sex and dating column in Time Out New York reaches a new level of gross this week. After the jump, columnist Jamie Bufalino introduces the term “peegasm” and explains how it’s perfectly normal for a man to slurp his own spunk like it’s chicken noodle soup. You may want to save this post for after you’re done with your lunch. Keep reading »
This Pill, which started the sexual revolution by preventing pregnancy, has also been accused of casting a curse on libido. A couple of the women interviewed for Time Out New York’s Sex Issue made it sound like the pill is damaging to their sexual desire and ruined their physical need to be ravaged. It’s ironic that the thing that makes women able to engage in slightly more carefree sex is also conversely making them chaste, eh? One of the women, referred to as “Ditched The Pill,”, who had been struggling with her lack of interest in having sex with her boyfriend, noted, “When I went off it, my libido skyrocketed; suddenly it was easy again.” Is the pill that powerful? Keep reading »
While my Dolly Parton-esque double D’s provide my sexy-time friends with far, far more than a handful, my breasts prevent me from normal activities. Like crossing my heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance. Like squeezing between tables at restaurants without whacking someone in the face. Like wearing button-up shirts and running at the same time. Still, are my bodacious ta-ta’s any more intrusive than, say, the pair men have — that is: balls? I mean, how do they run with those things dangling between their legs? There’s just no denying it. Ladies and gents have bulky body baggage. Thankfully, some gender-bending reporters over at Time Out New York decided to put their work-out routine to the boobs versus balls test. Their results? Frank and beans are easier to exercise with than a couple of milk jugs. But here at the Frisky, let’s talk about when appendages really matter: the sex act. Which cushion do you think is worse for the pushin’? [Boinkology] Keep reading »
Bad or good, we’re going opening night. [Current issues of Time Out New York and Entertainment Weekly, 5/5/08] Keep reading »
Thereâ€™s only one thing I hate about being single: the constant stream of relationship advice I didnâ€™t even ask for. I have a degree, plenty of relationship experience, a body that just wonâ€™t quit, and a tube of red lipstick — I am well equipped to survive in the wilderness that is the dating scene. Yet everyone wants to jump in on the action, from my married friends who mean well to magazine relationship experts. And, by the way, the advice is always the same: “Empower yourself so you can attract a man to latch onto.” The latest to dispense this advice is Time Out New York and their resident dating “expert” Julia Allison (you non-New Yorkers may recognize her as a talking head on CNN and Fox News). The magazine’s “Singles Issue” promises that if you let someone Photoshop and style you, you can attract a mate someday — all aspects of Allison’s marketing (yourself) plan. Other nuggets of advice after the jump. Keep reading »