Sex News: Pumpkin spice condoms, lab-grown penises, AirBnB sex offender app, the Scroguard

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  • A few weeks ago, an image of a pumpkin-spice-flavored condom began spreading on Twitter, bringing with it a cascade of seasonal jokes. It remained a curiosity until a reporter with Quartz decided to reach out to Durex and its PR agency and ask the question: is it real?
    How We Got Screwed By Pumpkin Spice Condoms (Digg)

  • “It is one thing to wish to have a public conversation about passive and active forms of consent, about how to deal with regrettable sex after one has had it, about how to best take care of oneself after being sexually assaulted; it is another to publicly pick apart the details of someone else’s rape.”
    What Counts? Elizabeth Ellen and What Makes A Victim (The Toast)
  • “Every guy reacts differently to the No Sex bomb. Some play it cool while calculating how to coerce me into changing my mind. (This usually involves the showing off of foreplay moves, tales of the extreme pleasures I’ve been missing and/or purring that they don’t mind waiting — unless it’s going to be, like, two years, in which case they’re not so sure.) Some bail immediately.”
    When guys find out I’m a virgin (Salon; see also Meet the gay men who are waiting for marriage to have sex)
  • Penises grown in laboratories could soon be tested on men by scientists developing technology to help people with congenital abnormalities, or who have undergone surgery for aggressive cancer or suffered traumatic injury.
    Scientists ready to test lab-grown penises on men (Guardian UK)
  • “Today I read this article on digital medium theft and how it’s killing the porn industry. It both upset me and got me thinking. I think the porn industry is trapped in the 90s, holding firm to the DVD mentality and hasn’t caught up to the 2000s.”
    A Quick Opinion Piece on the Porn Industry (Oh Joy Sex Toy)

  • “His AIM handle was FrankZappy, and I believe he claimed to be a married man from Queens. I was Dana, a name I had lifted from a character on my favorite Purple Moon CD-ROM. Dana was 19, an aspiring veterinarian, and everyone told her she looked like Britney Spears. We met in an AOL chatroom in the “Friends” category, bonding over a shared interest in baseball and the inspiration for his screenname; I’d impressed him by referencing the lyrics to Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow.”
    My first time with cybersex (Daily Dot)

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