Sasha Grey shot by Richard Kern

When a friday goes the way it should, I get to spend hours ogling pretty girl galleries to make selections for this post, and hopefully you get to enjoy them all weekend. And don’t worry — the truth is out there.

For perusing the artsy lovelies tonight, I highly recommend Anastasia A, and shorthaired Zara’s cute smile. I really want to be outdoors, which is only part of why I’m lusting after very sexy Kasha, splendid grinning Lizi, adorable Zarya (love the umbrella and violet), stunning Asian Niza, and delicious Nigerian Joyce (pictured below) in the pool. Indoor settings had me loving the eye candy of Asian Mariko, the very flexible Russian Krista, drop-dead gorgeous Argentinian Muriel, saucy and smiley knee-high socked Natasha, pretty girl Sharon E… and of course, an unshaved Sasha Grey shot by Richard Kern is nothing to sneeze at (even if they stole my living room rug).

But then, put a couple, or three pretty girls together and you’ve got… me wishing I had a girlfriend right now! Check out this cute twosome playing with shaving (as opposed to Anna S’ solo shaving), this orgasmic pair ignoring the camera, fingers and orgasms here, this playful all-girl threesome, some licking and fingering a go-go, more lickarama, and this cute, hot wrestle-romp.

Delicious Nigerian Joyce.

Then there are the videos, tempting me to place a Craigslist ad tonight. Sigh: want. I’d say, I want to do this, the last one on this page, lots of strap-on play, more strap-on play, and did I mention strap-ons? This is a great solo fingery-good video; but what’s up with the veggies? Like, I hope they didn’t put the cucumber or carrot in anyone else’s salad without consent.

Make sure you watch some *real* serious-orgasm-inducing femme-dyke action in the locally-made Crash Pad Series’ newest video (hope to embed these soon), and always take a minute to say hi to the girls I love down under with lotsa new (right sidebar) video clips at I Feel Myself, and the fun-loving Aussie Girls Out West.

My birthday is at the end of the month — and Babeland let me pick four toys (one a week) as presents! I picked certain ones so I could tell you about them, and why I’d want them; sorta like a toy review but more information than opinion. I like that better.

This week I got my Rabbit Habit! Now, why would a girl who knows the world of sex toys pick this seemingly garden-variety toy? I mean, it’s well-known, it’s been on TV… Because I think every woman should have one. And maybe even some guys. It’s really one of the most perfect, most versatile vibrators ever made (thank you, Japan). Nightstand requirement, and a great first-time vibe gift. Also, with its design and versatility, women who don’t typically orgasm from or during penetration can use this toy to actually train themselves (via masturbation) to be able to. Srsly.

The Rabbit is available in a variety of materials in all sex toy stores in the world, but this one from Babeland is elastomer — hygienic, so it isn’t made from cheap chemical-soaked made-in-china mystery materials that contain tiny pores (pores which hold pockets of bacteria, making them impossible to get completely clean). Not so with this bun. You wash it, it’s actually clean. It’s also Japanese — which means a) it has a funny animal and smiley face, and b) it has a strong, reliable motor. Runs on 3-AA batteries. Also, unlike other rabbit vibes, theirs is 100% latex-free. Well played, Babeland.

Every woman should own one because it does everything except change the oil on my motorcycle. The bunny ears flutter (or rumble) for clitoral vibration and the bunny is separately controlled with a variable-speed slider, so if you want more or less, you can get it *right* when you want it. The phallic part is intended for penetration, though even stroking the shaft on the outside of the vulva while you buzz with the bunny will take you home. However, if you do want penetration, it’s got a nice firmness yet has a vaginally-friendly flexibility. It’ll meet your curves inside nicely, as we are not all alike in there. Optionally, you can use the other variable-speed controller to rotate/undulate the shaft — it’s a sensation that is yummy for some, maybe many, or you may not like it at all and never need that part. Just having a dildo with a clit buzzer is awesome enough; and if you masturbate and come enough times with this toy, it’ll make your next penetration with a real-life partner that much more orgasm-friendly — you’re incorporating a new way of orgasming into your personal routine. Practice, practice, practice — then next time you’re with a human — uh — dildo, use a small vibe on your clit and see how close you come to coming. (That is, if this is something you want to learn to do, if you don’t already). Guys who like anal penetration love the bunny because you can angle the shaft toward the prostate, and the buzzing bunny adds vibration on the outside (perineum), also buzzing the prostate indirectly. Of course, never use an anal toy in the vagina, or go from anus to vagina — I think you know this, but just sayin’, keep those bootie germs away from the lovely lady cave, kthx!

For my birthday, Babeland offered me more toys, but I picked four I really desired, and wanted to give the others to you. I don’t know why Babeland likes me so much, but in my eyes, they’ve done a TON of great things (like this), so the feeling’s mutual. Thank you, Babeland. And dear readers — it’s my b-day, and I love you. So there.

Prizes that the winner can pick from include: Jaguar Harness + Leo Combo;
Babeland’s Pocket Rocket; Aneros Helix; Hitachi Magic Wand, or a Delight. You win, you get to pick one of the above. One winner will be selected by me. Or maybe two if you make my nose into a coffee-spraygun with your response. Babeland will ship the toy to you, discreetly and privately, of course. Caveat: they won’t ship internationally, but I will — if you win and live outside the US, I’ll ship it to you.

Image by Ellie Turdato.

Enter your answer (or LOLcaption) by leaving a comment on this post by the end of Monday, September 8, or email me at violet at tinynibbles dot com. Privacy is utmost; you will not be put on any lists, or any other privacy invading crap. Meow!

My doc is active in USCF studies about HIV and sexual health in genereal; he told me there are new studies happening @ UCSF about connections between HPV and cancer — not just genital cancers, but lung and other kinds of cancers. For women *and heterosexual men*. That they’re finding strains of HPV in lung cancers could mean that the shot likely prevents a lot more — and could save lives in more ways — than anyone thinks. But as my doc put it, the sexual politics in this nation will keep awareness about it difficult to publicize. I’m trying to get more info and do some interviews in the meantime. This is his most current handout; it explains quite a bit (click text or image to enlarge, then “all sizes” to read the information).

It looks like my dear, darling, bitey and fiendish friend Eon McKai has been on set at Vivid Alt with the Donnie Darko bunny of girl-powered porn directing, Kimberly Kane for her upcoming feel-good flick, “Live in my Secrets”. You can’t see the whole set unless you’ve been through the initiation ritual, but my faves are after the jump. Warning — some images contain fake blood and may be disturbing, or you might be all like, “it’s porno Halloween in Septmeber, yay!” Your call. Check Kane’s blog for more.

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Image of NOTperfect, who is probably not a switch hitter but looked yummy so I thought he was delicious enough to make a hot boy thursday centerpiece.

There’s nothing like a little controversy in the straight male porn world to make certain stars a bit more appealing. Like Julian, who once appeared in a bi flick ages ago and is still thought of as hotter for it, despite the m-4-m homophobia that runs rampant in the straight porn industry. Evil Angel straight boy Nacho Vidal made waves when he started taking trips to his own private cocksucking Ida-ho with Face Fuckers and love of the uncut trannygirlz, and still has fun with Dick *and* Jane. Recently, a performer whom I find personally oogey (based on stories I’ve heard from people who’ve had to deal with his sexism and arrogance on porn sets) Kurt Lockwood said “fuck it” and well, fucked it (preview video and stills, via). He just went and made a bi film and looked like he loved every minute of it — and I say yay. I’m sick of all the dated homophobic straight porn stereotypes; plus, I love seeing straight boys play with them selves, and play nicely (or not) with others. (Aside: in 2004 Julian and Lockwood both had nice solos in gay porn director ChiChi LaRue’s Str8 Shots.)

Extra: Bi video galleries alpha, beta, gamma, delta, more…

Awesome image (and many others) by Mr. Eczeman.

Just the topic of this week’s SF Chron column, Bend Over Onstage, Boyfriend: Violet Blue observes that the “pegging” adult entertainment (and sex-ed) trend is on the rise. No, the awful double-entendres only *begin* in the title. A girl’s gotta have fun. Snip:

Now that we all know that David Duchovny’s hands weren’t only kept in glass cases in “Zoolander” because he was the world’s former superstar hand model, I think we’re all ready for a conversation about pegging. While this topic might have been a hard sell with my editor even a week ago, now that a mainstream actor is publicly in sex-addict rehab, discussing the art of male receptive heterosexual anal sex seems quaint in comparison.

I’m calling pegging an art because there’s more than one comedy stage act centered on the topic. And to call the entertainment acts popular would be an understatement: in fact, pegging is giving vociferously anti-sex-ed Sarah Palin’s school-aged daughter’s baby bump a run for its money. First we had singin’, swingin’ sex comedy duo The Wet Spots and their cult YouTube video “Do You Take It?” rage through San Francisco in March. It was easy to write it off as one of those Canadian things. But now we have Brooklyn’s Pack of Others lubing up this weekend’s Fringe Festival 2008 with — oh, I know you guessed it — an entertainment act called “Peg-Ass-Us.”

Is this onstage strap-on funhouse ride going to stop before someone loses an eye?

I just want to know, what IS it about getting f-ed up the butt by a girl that makes a guy want to sing and dance? Of course if something feels good, then humans are going to do it, and for decades, eager sex-toy customers have been singing “A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock And Roll” on a fairly regular basis. As Carol Queen oh so wisely put it about 20 years ago while selling her millionth strap-on harness set to a straight couple, “Straight couples are re-inventing anal sex.” (…read more!)

* Note: yes, I did write the popular, bestselling book on the topic. But since not a single one of my lovers has ever read a book of mine (except one that I’m aware of), everyone’s dignity is thankfully preserved in every respect. So much for having a selfish mission.

Update: This afternoon, this column is *ruling* SF Gate right now; comments, readership stats, emailed. Second only to stories about Palin. Wheee!!!

Beautiful and *perfectly normal* image by John Cornicello.

There is no limit to the irony here: Fox News reports (always use the term loosely with Fox, kids) Judge Orders Maine Woman to Return ‘Dangerous’ Library Book. It happens to be one of the best books on talking to kids about sex in the entire world. Snip from Fox:

A judge has ordered JoAn Karkos of Lewiston to turn over by week’s end the borrowed book titled, “It’s Perfectly Normal: Changing Bodies, Growing Up, Sex and Sexual Health.”

After appearing in court Wednesday, Karkos repeated her contention that the book violates the city’s obscenity ordinance, and she said she has no intention of giving up the book.

The book features frank but cartoon-like illustrations on topics that include abstinence, masturbation and sexually transmitted diseases. Karkos has until 4 p.m. Friday to return the book. If she doesn’t, she could be found in contempt of court.

Paste Magazine wrote,

Acting on a tip from an anti-abortion league, a Maine woman has checked out copies of a sex-education book from two libraries and refuses to give them back. The Lewiston and Auburn Public Libraries have pressed charges. JoAn Karkos, who says she was “sufficiently horrified of the illustrations and the sexually graphic, amoral abnormal contents,” is willing to go to jail to prove her point.

After checking out It’s Perfectly Normal: Changing Bodies, Growing Up, Sex and Sexual Health, Karkos sent a letter to both libraries, informing them that she did not intend to return the book. She claimed that it violated the city’s obscenity ordinance and enclosed a check for $20.95 to cover the cost. Lewiston Library director Rick Speer returned her check, informing her that he would seek help from the police if she refused to bring back the stolen property.

That’s when he received a second letter: “The truth is the contents of the book in question leads to a lot of misery, pain, lack of freedom, and often death.” (…read more.)

It’s Perfectly Normal is one my my highest, bestest, most-recommended books for parents about talking to their kids about sex. I wrote about it once saying, “A great book on understanding that all bodies are perfectly normal (in addition to early and late development), and a light-hearted investigation into puberty, complete with cartoons led by an open-minded bird and a nervous bee. Covers sexual orientation, where babies come from and how they’re made, body changes, sexual abuse, gender and orientation, STD’s and more. Ages 9-12.” I literally give a copy to every friend I have who is having, or has had a child — it’s multi-racial, includes adoptive and single parent stuff, and the nervous bee contrasts nicely with the normal-reassuring bird to cover the spectrum of reactions both children and parents have when discussing these topics. Which, as we all know and marvel at in horror re: recent press, MUST be discussed.

Update: As much as it seems like this woman really wanted to martyr herself, a judge has decided that she does not *get* to go to jail to prove her point. “(…) A statement from City Administrator Jim Bennett noted that the library now has four donated copies of the book, rather than the one that Karkos took. Community sentiment has been significantly critical of Karkos. “We felt that one person does not have the power to keep a book from the 36,000 citizens of Lewiston,” library director Rick Speer told the newspaper.”

Incredible image by and property of Mark Velasquez; see more of him here and here and here.

Viviane sends me this gem, in case you missed all the goings-on over at Wonkette, whose tireless coverage of the GOP m4m Craigslist action has even me in awe. This one’s from Joe. My. God.:

Discretion Required - m4mm (Upscale Hotel)

ATTN: discretion is mandatory. must be willing to submit to background check and strip searches. absolutely no recording devices or wireless communication devices allowed. you will be examined and scrutinized by security before you make contact.

50yo Male looking for VERY discrete four-hour party at local hotel involving more than one male with a maximum age of twenty. hairless preferred. food, drinks, and toys will be provided as necessary.

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Strip search! Kinky! Heh, 50 year-old Republican dude seeking “more than one male with a maximum age of twenty.” Cheap bastard, if you’re in an “upscale hotel”, you can afford a few rentboys. This one is more like it.

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Seeking Pig Bottom Republican for a Good Pounding - 33 (St. Paul)

Welcome to the Twin Cities, GOP!

After 8 years of taking a hard pounding from you guys in Washington, it’s time to return the favor! I’m looking for a Republican delegate to take for a ride like Bush & Co. have been doing to our country since they took office.

Here’s the scene: I come to your hotel room, you’re wearing nothing but your convention credentials. You blow me while I berate you for ruining our economy. (…more!)

All I have to add is, don’t forget those hot RNC women “Really, I am a former conservative gone moderate. Want to show me the error of my ways and get me back on track?”.

Image by João Araujo.

Curious timing, this: hot on the heels of my pal Tristan’s new book Opening Up, John Timmer at Ars Technica has an interesting article about monogamy, pair-bonding and genetics — by way of a new study. It’s all about the guys, of course — for now — in Study: men with genetic variant struggle with commitment. Mainstream press is calling it the “monogamy gene” and Timmer begs (or perhaps he demands, I don’t know his proclivities in such matters) to differ about that label. (So does Brandon Keim @ Wired.) A couple snips:

(…) While many humans at least aspire to monogamous relationships, pairing among our animal colleagues can range from complete monogamy to an “anything goes” approach to sexual commitment. In at least one cluster of closely related species, differences in pair-bonding behavior have been tied to a genetic difference that affects a receptor for a hormone called arginine vasopressin (AVP). Now, researchers have used a panel of twins to study the same gene in humans, and they find results suggesting it may influence relationship behavior as well.

(…) The authors used a panel of over 1,000 twins from a Swedish population that were involved in relationships of over five years, 82 percent of whom were married. The twins and their partners were surveyed for relationship behavior and their genotype at several sites near AVPR1A was determined. Correlations between the relationship scores and genotypes were determined.

A single variant, termed RS3, showed a statistically significant connection with behavior within a relationship, leading the authors to focus on a comparison between males carrying two copies of a specific genetic variant called 334 and those with no copies. Those with two copies of RS3-334 were nearly twice as likely to be in unmarried relationships (32 vs. 17 percent), and over twice as likely to report what they termed a “marital crisis” within the last year (34 vs. 15 percent). Their partners also rated their relationships lower in the areas of affection expression, cohesion, and consensus. (…read more.)

Update: Mind Hacks eloquently blogs, The Gene Genie meddles with relationships: “Not Exactly Rocket Science has a great article on the recent finding that the AVPR1A gene is linked to relationship problems in heterosexual men. Unfortunately, it’s been widely reported in the mainstream media as being a ‘gene for relationship problems’ or a ‘gene for marital bliss’ but it’s really not.” (…read even more; interestingly it goes on to mention studies about tongue bitterness and genetics! Thanks, P!)

Image by Mark0380.

Not directly sex-related (exception: shoe and/or world record fetishists), but this is a really fun video: Race featuring 265 women in stilettos breaks world record (and a few heels) in Sydney.

Image of Marta by the talented and romantic LadyPain (here’s her blog).

The Panopticist has a fantastic writeup and lots of well-done video in their post, Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining, Now With Hot Girl-on-Girl Action (via MetaFilter by way of Praemedia). Them’s that wait should viddy this snip:

From Flesh Gordon to The Sperminator, spoofs of mainstream cultural offerings have long been a staple of the porn industry. Shakespeare porn in particular is surprisingly common, as I found in 2001 when writing an article for Lingua Franca, “The Pound of Flesh.” But here’s something I hadn’t actually seen before: Kubrick porn. In The Sexxxing, a 2005 quickie from Danni.com, a young woman named Miss Torrent applies to be the winter manager of a porn company’s offices—and the place turns out to be haunted by horny, fake-breasted lesbians. Orgasms ensue.

The two clips in the video below are pretty tame, because I edited them that way. But be careful if you’re at work, because there’s a bare breast or two and a few seconds of moaning. The opening titles, in Futura Extra Bold, Kubrick’s favorite typeface, are mine. As is often the case with porn spoofs, this one is an adaptation only in the loosest sense (double entendre alert!), and it was probably filmed in a single afternoon. (…) There have been several other porn films inspired by Kubrick’s oeuvre, including Spermacus, 2002: A Sex Odyssey, Thighs Wide Shut, and A Clockwork Orgy. I found copies of the last two… (…read + see more.)

“It’s funny how the colours of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.” -Alex, A Clockwork Orange

Image of the luscious French Mina Model by NakedBy.

I’m back from a long work weekend, too many technical problems. I missed you a lot. Not blogging about sex just feels *wrong*. I have big plans for this website this month. Looks like I need a good, trustworthy WordPress template hacker to help me with a couple bugs. All the porn you can eat…

Isn’t she a pretty sight for monday?

Also, happy September: it’s my birthday month. And for my birthday, I’ve worked out a deal with Babeland to give *you* — my dear, lovely readers and overly articulate commenters and invisible crushes — presents. Once a week this month I’ll make up a contest and then pick winners and they’ll discreetly ship you superlative sex toys. My birthday — my rules! Good stuff, too. Stay tuned for more details :D

Oh, and it’s going to be another one of *those* months, I think — I read my horoscope, and am barricading the Blogger Bungalow here in SF with lube, laptop and batteries. To continue this senseless late night ramble, I’d just like to add that in cleaning my room this weekend I found a cockring in the most impossible strangest under-the-dressing bench corner of my room that one could possibly imagine finding a cockring. I glanced around for a hidden camera. I felt like an uber-pervy CSI fembot measuring out bullet trajectory, angle, force, launch scenario and airborne arc analysis, and trying to remember the last time one of those things might have gone flying… Will I find a chalk outline of *something else* under my bed!? Yikes.

Sent from reader SW, “Would have thought, on craigslist, in New Orleans, in the Casual Encounters section, in the Women Seeking Men section, there would be something of substance right now; instead, nothing but spam.”

http://neworleans.craigslist.org/w4m/
http://neworleans.craigslist.org/cas/

Um, ya: All these posts here are FAKE! (NOLA) “Show some respect for the city at least…”

Burning Man image by loupiote (Old Skool) from “the temple of forgiveness”. More of their photos are here and here.

This week’s SF Chron column is the sweetly cranky Go Playa With Yourself: Violet Blue explains why sex in the city is so much better during Burning Man — and yes, I’m already getting email telling me how closed-minded I am. It’s cranky and I had some fun, so? Anyway, hope you enjoy it with the appropriate amount of snark, humor, and of course, open-mindedness:

Last year I did my very best as a sex educator to make sure fewer people than usual would bring That Burning Sensation back home from that yearly rave destination in the Nevada desert, Burning Man. Sure, I also made fun of people who pay $300 to visit a festival where they can wear nothing but Crocs with socks while ogling body-painted sex clowns and really finally getting to be themselves, man.

Maybe that second part is why I didn’t get more feedback from attendees of the event. “You are the savior of my sunburned genitals,” no one said; “Baker Beach has a lot to learn about driving 16 hours to be nonconformist in the quest to find myself and get a sunburned peen.” I had imagined people telling me “I never imagined the delicious friction of sand and Astroglide; back home in San Francisco I always have to ride Critical Mass without underpants to get the same sensation. Nevermore!”

Instead, I was forced to seek solace in my own kind. I sat in my imaginary throne-booth at the totally empty uber-hip Mission District Ritual Roasters*, surrounded by a cadre of young, pale, easily sunburned Goth boys and girls complimenting me on my flawless complexion. (”Stay out of the desert, my dark darlings,” I’d answer with a lace-cuffed flourish of a cupcake-heavy hand.) My homo homeboys in the Castro admired my taste in gloriously Steampunk-free fashion, while we shared knowing winks about those who pay hundreds of dollars to get blown by alkali dust all weekend, as opposed to simply paying for drinks to get blown all weekend (though I have to travel to The Lex to receive service, but still).

Sex in San Francisco rocks during Burning Man weekend. Not because the hippies and steampunk hipsters are gone - OK, yes, that helps the atmosphere - but for at least five reasons:

One: Male, female or trans - if you live in The City, finding a parking spot in the Mission, SOMA, South Beach, NOPA, the Castro and yes, even the Marina is enough of a shocking turn-on that most of us will have at least 10 instant hard-ons a day regardless of what’s between our legs, not to mention making thighs quake city-wide with the ease of getting a taxi all weekend long. And just the thought of all those fixies being off the streets makes us motorcycle riders quiver with anticipation. Burners gone = clearer streets = hornier populace.

Two: It’s not just hippies and vaudeville hipster performers that are temporarily pulled from the dating and mating pool over the long weekend. Ravers and bubblicious Disneyland-of-BoingBoing-seeking wealthy tech industry wonks with pimped-out Air Streams also comprise the 50,000+ revelers who spend a s-ton of money to create the fourth largest city in Nevada for a week. And pollute it more than NASCAR, primarily to re-create Castro Halloween two months before we start boarding up our windows here. (…read more.)

* Yes, people are emailing me about SF Gate’s broken links in my piece — *all* links past Ritual Roasters the third paragraph are broken. I’ve notified the Gate, I hope they get fixed…

…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!)

“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)

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.

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: JvrMusic@aol.com [mailto:JvrMusic@aol.com]
Sent: Friday, August 22, 2008 9:30 PM
To: violetblue@sfgate.com
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???

Image from last night at San Francisco’s prized pearl, Teatro ZinZanni, which is fun and hot and sexy and incredible and inspired a lot of joyfully pornographic anatomical profesionalism after Hacker Boy and I got home. Also, the contortionists we saw were — professional and insanely arousing.

Praemedia writes me, “any article with the line “anatomists, professional and pornographic” is a good one. yes, i’m just that easy.” Agreed. Mind Hacks explores the attractions of strip clubs and their significant role in in the history of neuroanatomy. As Paris Hilton would undoubtedly say, “that’s hot.” Snip:

It’s hard to start a paragraph with “I was strolling through London’s red light district the other evening…” without seeming a little dubious, but it’s the truth, so I shall have to begin by sounding suspect.

If your suspicions have already been raised, I doubt that if I say that I became interested in one of London’s biggest strip clubs for its importance in the history of neuroanatomy that I will seem at all convincing. But it was also the case, so I shall I have to also begin by sounding a little implausible.

The photo on the left depicts the neon drenched Windmill Theatre, the first venue in London to have risqué shows displaying the naked bodies of young women to breathless crowds of young men.

In the 1930s the owners realised there was a loophole in the law, and that if the naked girls stood still, they weren’t acting and so weren’t subject to legislation banning nude actors. Decades of titillating ‘living statue’ shows followed, using increasingly inventive ways of presenting the spectacle of the unclothed and unmoving girl. (…read more!)

Fleshmap is really, really cool. I could play with this site for hours, and also their odd nipple organizer; gotta love the Body Rebus! Fleshmap: Studies of Desire is a series of projects created by Fernanda Viégas and Martin Wattenberg. The two artists are known for their pioneering work in data visualization, which has been exhibited in venues such as the New York Museum of Modern Art, the London Institute of Contemporary Arts, and the Whitney Museum of American Art. Above are screeenshots from their insanely fascinating Touch series. This is via Steve Dekorte, via HB:

We asked hundreds of people how much they like being caressed on various parts of their body, and how exciting it is to touch different places on their lovers. Their answers, a total of 33,871 ratings covering 707 points on male and female bodies, provide a collective portrait of desire. In Skin to Skin, compare men and women, touching and being touched. In Sorting out Desire, explore an atlas of excitement.

If we had more money than we needed I’d tell you to get these four luxury sex toy items I spotted at Coco de Mer today. I want, I want them all with a rob-a-bank to get off kind of lust. Don’t look at the prices.

Top left: Betony Vernon Seven Pearls Massage Ring “Though pearls are no longer a mandatory fashion statement, we can still revel in the joys of their luminous beauty, both as a fashion statement and to enhance our masturbation skills and aesthetics. The rings sensual powers are not evident, so it may be worn discreetly from the office, to a cocktail party, and better yet, straight down between the sheets.”

Top right: Hot and Cold Ceramic Dildo “A sexy, hollow ceramic dildo by Coco de Mer, with a rose print and finished with a cork for temperature play. Warm your dildo up with hot water or cool hot orifices down by filling your dildo with cold water. With the liquid inside, this dildo feels weighty and the smooth ceramic will simply glide you to satisfaction! This product has been designed in Collaboration with Ceramic Artist Adele Brydges.”

Bottom left: Remember Me Ceramic Dildo “Remember Me’ is a beautifully streamlined ceramic dildo designed by Coco de Mer & Adele Brydges. The vintage style logo and exquisite silver locket is engraved with the words, ‘Lovers, Adventurers and Dreamers.’ Based on an antique dildo, which was made as parting gift for a lover. Open up the silver locket to reveal a little mirror, which is perfect for looking, exploring and loving yourself, and on the other side insert a picture of a long-distance lover to remember them and re-create memories. This is both a beautiful love token and functional sex toy.”

Bottom right: Rose Bird Ceramic Butt Plug “An approachably smooth ceramic butt plug with a delicate rose print. Use plenty of lubricant and foreplay to ensure a smooth entry. After it is in position, have sex with your lover. The sensation will be very pleasurable! Designed for Coco de Mer in Collaboration with ceramic Artist Adele Brydges.”

I get things in my actual mailbox. I don’t always want them, but sometimes they’re exciting and arousing. I decided to play around with my Nokia N95 (thanks Qik!) and my 12seconds.tv channel, and went through the items in my mailbox this week 12 seconds at a time… Some of them get cut off, but that’s a 12-second review! If I already bombarded you with these on my Twitter account, skip to the next post which will arrive in just over 12 seconds. Extra thanks to the very sweet reader who sent me The Book of Vice: Very Naughty Things (and How to Do Them) from my Amazon wishlist, I can’t wait to dig in. There are more videos after the jump, and the sequence is top to bottom :)

12 second pr0n review items include: The Book of Vice: Very Naughty Things (and How to Do Them), The Collector, Tasting Him, Tasting Her, Ximena and Benny Profane’s VividAlt release Hospital (link includes trailer).

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Image Transmission Control Protocol by dailyinvention.

Someone just wrote me asking, “is there a term for this sexual occurrence — what is it called when you lose yr network connection while surfing for teh porn?”

Thoughts? Is this the dreaded ND, or Network Dysfunction?

xkcd image via FotoBart, dedicated to Jonathan. Happy anniversary, my love.

Here’s an Instructable for How to Have Sex (yes, there’s an xkcd comic in it, of course — thanks, Evil Signtist!). Also, don’t miss How to make out and How To Sleep With A Friend. Right now, their ‘featured’ is How to Put on a Condom.

Not a sex post, but a fun new tech thing I’ve been playing with (using different phone cameras): 12seconds.tv. Here’s a little explanation.

Image by habkb.

This week’s SF Chronicle column is Pole Dancing Gets Serious: Violet Blue watches gymnasts take over the gentleman’s club sport and turn it into an international competition. It was totally inspired by my visit last week to Sedusa Studios, the largest (and most welcoming) pole-dancing instruction place probably in the world. They did try to teach me one pole trick — I did fall very gracefully. But in the column, I linked to some really incredible (and sexy) and hilarious videos. One pole dancing accident video — it’s super cute and you can tell she was having fun — got me this email: “That video on you tube happens to be my sister- a highly decorated pole-dancing champion! Her stage name is Kris-Tall. She has won the title of Ms. Nude, Nevada;multiple titles at POLapalooza; voted the best pole dancer in the nation at LIGHT@ the Bellagio 05-06 and competed & placed in the Polympics year after year. She was showing off at home to a friend visiting when that video was taken. Thanks for taking an interest!”

Here’s a snip:

This column is dedicated to everyone who ogled the boys and girls in the gymnastic competitions and thought, “Oh, I can do that,” (You’re all living in my neighborhood, I’m sure of it.), and to those of you who‘ve watched a strip-club pole dance but couldn’t decide if it was hot or not.

It’s not the horizontal bar. It’s not the uneven bars. It’s a pole – and while I generally think of the brass erections populating gentleman’s clubs countrywide as unsanitary, its tawdry rep has had a makeover and a half, like Joan Rivers’ plastic surgery pride and our wonder at the elasticity of the human face.

For Americans, pole dancing had long been relegated to strip clubs, but a newer, artistic wave of the discipline (such as Chinese pole, performed mostly by men, which, I guess, makes it not dirty) is part and parcel of many circus and cabaret performances. It’s even become a faddish form of exercise (Oprah called it a “trend” in 2003), and remains one of the fastest growing forms of workout methods among women across the U.S. Pole-dancing kits have even been (unsuccessfully) marketed to little girls as fitness accessories; in late 2006, toy company Tesco was forced to remove a pole-dancing kit from the toys and games section of its Web site after it was accused of “destroying children’s innocence.” (Whoops!). And in 2007, Hong Kong’s first ever pole-dancing championships were held at the Queen Elizabeth Stadium. The damn thing just won’t go away.

When Cirque Du Soleil’s catsuit-clad pole dancers are demonstrating the same endurance, intense strength and skill as the more talented women in strip clubs, it made me realize the dirty, dirty boys’ club entertainment has evolved into an actual sport. And while those girls at Hustler in North Beach make it look like child’s play, they’ve got core and upper body strength that could kick your ass to Beijing and back. Which is a fitting statement, Olympics aside, considering that pole dancing as sport, eros, and art has indeed become big in China – while depictions of Chinese pole dance gymnastics date back at least as far back as 1,000 years.

I’ve been avoiding the topic of pole dancing in this column for a while now because it’s just another sex thing, another stripper thing. If you’re not into athletes or skilled at tossing dollars on a strobe-lit stage, chicks flinging themselves around a stand-in penis on a stage just sounded boring until the global mindset started viewing the dance of the pole as another form of gymnastics. And while we’re blown away by the pole wrangling of He and Luikin, countries around the world are staging pole-dancing championships that are decidedly not held in Billy Bob’s Boob Emporium. (…read more.)

…. the piece that finds my privacy and harassment issues so hilarious as to write, “In a goodbye post on Wikipedia, Burch uploaded one of the police reports, which shows Blue’s home address, cell phone digits, driver’s license number, and — every woman’s nightmare — her weight.”

Yes, the pithy vanity of a woman’s restraining order request — my weight, my ass. Wow, the Weekly is so funny. Here is my very long, updated, detailed response as to why I sought legal relief — was *told* to by the SFPD, who take cyberharassment as seriously as real-life harassment — and filed for temporary restraining orders.

See also: “Conservative” Arizona couple gets judge to gag gay SF blogger.

And Carol Queen is also my family — I am a lucky girl. I’m also on the Board of Directors for The Center for Sex & Culture, YAY!!! Check out this fun piece on AfterEllen, Carol Queen Aims to Inspire:

In the anthology Live Through This, a collection of stories about the connection between creativity and self-destruction, bisexual sex educator Carol Queen recounts the unsatisfying experience of losing her virginity to one of her school’s “most popular guys.”

It was the early 1970s, and afterward, in a panic that she might be pregnant, the 15-year-old Queen considered her options: abortion, which was illegal; adoption, but then “that baby lived in the world with you to haunt you forever”; have her parents raise the child, which made her want to “perish the thought”; or suicide.

With that last option in mind, Queen sat down to write a suicide note, “but for once no words came.” The struggle to articulate herself in that desperate moment, Queen writes, ultimately inspired her to become a writer, feminist sex educator and advocate.

At the end of the essay, Queen thanks the boy for inadvertently showing her the importance of understanding one’s sexuality, and then her adolescent self for choosing writing over death: “The Carol who turned herself into a whole person through the little scratches of pen on paper, finally found a way to escape and make her long thoughts count for something.”

(…) Queen did not pursue sexology as an academic specialty until she was in her late 20s, during the AIDS epidemic. It was the mid-1980s, and as a graduate student she started getting involved with a local HIV advocacy and education program.

“All of the sudden a sexual focus was not dilettantish,” she wrote, “it was life or death, and actually dovetailed better with my interest in sociology.” She soon moved to San Francisco for the sexology program at the Institute for Advanced Study of Human Sexuality.

“All of it, not just the academic work, influenced the kind of sexologist I became: what I call a ‘cultural sexologist’ to differentiate myself and my sociology-inflected focus. The entire city was my classroom.”

The city ended up serving as a classroom for Queen both as a student and as a teacher. As the Staff Sexologist at Good Vibrations, San Francisco’s largest and longest-running sex toy retailer “from a woman’s perspective,” Queen runs the education program and has trained other sex educators, including Violet Blue, Charlie Glickman and Staci Haines.

Queen’s involvement in Good Vibrations led her to start San Francisco’s Center for Sex & Culture with her partner, Dr. Robert Morgan Lawrence. Though the workshops and classes at the Center are similar to those she runs at Good Vibrations, they also offer academic lectures and couple-based “live action” workshops.

“Robert and I started the Center partly because of these limitations at Good Vibrations and most other places,” she explained. “We wanted someplace where all modes of sex education would be respected and have their place.” (…read more!)

Just a lovely video I found tonight. Jamilla Deville is the best-known Australian pole dance champion. I’m not a pole dance person (though I fell off one very sweetly and dorkily saturday in 6″ heels at this extremely fun studio — more on that in a bit). But this video is pretty eye candy for a pretty tired Violet. Tomorrow, sekrit NDA interviews with hi-tech corporate product developers — again. Weird life I have. All I want is the perfect gadget…