August 2008

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…and it’s by the fabulous Nikol Hasler from Midwest Teen Sex Show! Check it out:

The condom broke, came off, or in some other way malfunctioned. He was behind me and I couldn’t tell he wasn’t using one. We just got carried away and he didn’t pull out in time. I forgot to take my birth control. I had an appointment to get on the pill, but we didn’t wait.

There are a whole slew of reasons a woman might find herself in need of a morning after pill; emergency contraception; Plan B. But unless you have Plan B already waiting in your medicine cabinet, it is highly unlikely you’ll get your hands on a morning-after pill the morning after.

I am a middle class 29 year old mother of three, living in the Midwest, who sees a physician regularly. I have kept up on the news about Plan B’s availability over the counter at major drug stores. In my line of work, I regularly tell teens and young adults to always use protection, and tell girls of reproductive age who aren’t so into the whole reproduction thing that they should be on birth control.

I encouraged young women and men to seek Plan B if their contraceptive method failed or they forgot to use contraception, telling them it was easy to obtain. But was it?

On a Tuesday morning at 7 a.m., I set out to discover just how easy it would be for me to get my hands on some emergency contraception. It all started with a web search. (…read more, RH Reality Check, thanks PA!)

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“Angie in San Francisco, CA. Made by Frank Wallis in 1997. 35mm fim scan.” Via modele.citizen.

This is really not the sort of thing I’d ever expect to see on a local real estate blog — but then, I *do* know where I live. Snip:

WARNING: The content in this post may not be suitable for children or those that are sensitive to sexual content. Reader discretion is advised…

Real estate agents are made fun of on the daily (most deservedly). Agents are often compared to slimy used car salespeople, but there are a select few that can actually make fun of themselves and have a little fun with it. Unfortunately, there are also agents that take offense to everything and anything and we’re sure this post will not make those agents happy. Yes, we recognize that we’re just perpetuating the absolutely inappropriate conduct that took place, but frankly, we have no problem with it–share the info is our motto ;)

Back story:

Over the weekend, we got an email sent to us from an agent of a major SF real estate company. This email was sent to about 100 agents and managers within the company. What happened is that somebody took their S&M a little too far and it seems the DOM pissed off the SUB real good and the SUB wanted the world to know how dirty this agent is. In just about any “normal” office, such performance would be swiftly followed by an apology, a firing and a PR blitz, but in the world of real estate, people laugh, point fingers and share with each other. Real estate agents do not have much of a governing body to tell them what is right and wrong (think SEC for securities). Instead, agents promise to follow a code of ethics and each company tries to enforce such standards upon their agents, but when emotions rise, these independant [sic] contractors act out like children, email blast everybody and their mother and share very private stories about who’s screwing who, who’s in rehab and all the other bull sh*t that agents get caught up in.

In this case, a disgruntled SUB (non agent) decided to send an email chain and 3 extremely graphic pictures to the majority of the DOM’S (agent) company. Just imagine opening up a work email to find this sent to your entire company.

Emails:

from DOM (agent) to “puppy”:

[I] Would like to hear more from you as to what you see yourself doing and what you would like being done to you. Tell me how you would be of service. You were stellar at one time; can you be that supper bitch puppy again? I want to hear your thoughts in details.

from puppy to DOM (agent):

I am not happy where I am. I am bored. I am relegated to monotonous and menial work. And I miss California terribly! I miss you most of all, of course, and desperately need to be back in my kennel in a tighter collar. (…read more, including explicit image and update of virus claims, via)

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Many of you know I’m friend + family of SF’s Extra Action Marching Band and have been groupie #1 for over 5 years — documenting and documenting and dancing my fangirl ass off as the gigs go by. So I have a bit of a fetish. I’m cool with that. So when baritoner-avec-boner Evil Signtist sent me the above video, I decided that there was a position open in *my* band. Watch and enjoy. Now THIS is porn.

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A friend whom I share my hate mail with (she tells me it’s okay and soothingly pats me on the inbox and gives me soymilk and cookies) emailed me about this one saying, “I hope you’ll consider putting this email up on Tinynibbles — people need to understand the kind of harassment you get, because, clearly, idiots like the SF Weekly don’t get it.” I got this email in response to my recent pole dancing as a sport column:

—–Original Message—–
From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]]
Sent: Friday, August 22, 2008 9:30 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: pole dancing

You know, I’ve seen your name and articles pop up on the Chronicle, it’s just pathetic, that a lowly scum of the earth, value-less, pig of a bitch such as yourself, is paid, and allowed to write the garbage you write.
When you have a society in turmoil, people in the Bay Area thirsting for truth, reality, and understanding, we have filthy pigs like yourself, who set back women’s rights 100 years.
Which amoral homo hired you to write this garbage???

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