Sunday sex reads: Best of the week

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“Forget boring drivel about where to put a semi-colon. Playgirl’s guide was 13 pages of printouts offering a thesaurus of sorts: slang terms for every genital, sex act, STD, orientation, and bodily function — with phraseology like “Neapolitan bone ache” trotted out as an acceptable stand-in for “syphilis.”
All 276 ‘Playgirl’-Approved Terms for Penis From Their Old Stylebook (Thrillist)

“The four videos were the sort of low-budget European garbage I’d expected; the kind where excessive baby oil and tribal tattoos adorn hairless gym bodies. A quick search for “gay VR porn” turned up the same four videos (and a small handful of others) at VirtualRealGay, the brother company to straight porn VR factory VirtualRealPorn. Unfortunately for the rest of us, immersive porn is still largely a privilege preserved for straight dudes.”
A first-hand quest for the future of sex (Engadget)

“Kirkus Reviews published a piece admitting that, with only a tiny number of exceptions, they don’t review romances except those written by white authors. This isn’t about who is nice and who is mean. It’s about a fundamental injustice that is being dealt, over and over, to people of color, to queer authors, to disabled authors, to religious minorities, to trans authors–authors who don’t want a leg up; they just want the same chances.”
Speaking up against systemic racism in the publishing industry (Courtney Milan, via Cecilia Tan)

“I realized my dad was John Cleve, and he was the one writing those books with that pen name,” Chris says. Chris’ memoir, My Father, The Pornographer, out February 9, details what it was like growing up with a dad who wrote 400 books under 18 different pseudonyms. All but 30 of his books were pornography.”
My Dad Was a Porn Legend (Grantland)

“Of course, as an anthropomorphised cartoon animal, Tony the Tiger is the daddy of all furries, and so there’s a fair amount of artwork featuring him. This artwork is not always safe for work. It also seems fair to assume that Kellogg’s does not want its brand to be associated with – say – a picture of an extremely muscly Tony, naked save for his neckerchief, masturbating on an exercise bench. So three days ago Kellogg’s started blocking the furries en masse.”
Cereal offenders: Tony the Tiger begs furries to stop tweeting him porn (Guardian)

“The POP is the latest version of the revolutionary Semenette, a sex toy that doubles as an inseminating device that mimics ejaculation. Inventor Stephanie Berman had failed to conceive with her partner using the “turkey baster” method and wanted to create a toy that was both pleasurable, functional and didn’t feel like a medical aid.”
Something for the weekend, sir? The latest in sex tech (Guardian)

“One common criticism of content analyses is that the researchers conducting them tend to find what they’re looking for, and Ana Bridges, the leading author of this paper, has known affiliations with prominent contemporary anti-pornography feminists Robert Jensen and Gail Dines. Another point of concern is that these results literally stand alone: You will not find another content analysis of porn conducted in last 40 years (and there have been dozens) that report numbers anywhere near that high. There are also problems with the methodology. …”
Porn and Critical Thinking: The Importance of Using Your Head When Looking at Scientific Results (Huffington Post)

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This article has great quotes from terrific sex educators; it asks us not to kink shame Kanye West, but maybe let’s also not let him off the hook for his awful sexist bullshit.
Don’t Kink-Shame Kanye (Daily Beast)

“As a Dominatrix I now run a small business like so many other “vanilla” entrepreneurs. Without a house dungeon to handle booking and advertising, I spend a good portion of my days answering emails, running advertisements, tweeting, traveling, and updating my website. In this way, my job feels like so many others, and not unlike my old job in tech, only instead of working in e-commerce I now trade in fantasies, secrets, fetishes, and self-acceptance.”
My First Year as a Dominatrix Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Myself (The Rumpus)

Sexsomnia.” It sounded too much like a passing trend. It was a little too perfect, a little too catchy. However, despite how it sounds, it’s a very real medical diagnosis for sexualized behavior during sleep. And it can include anything from light touching to full-on intercourse, sometimes straining relationships to the point of divorce or even resulting in charges of sexual assault.”
Coming to Terms With Sexsomnia (Motherboard/Vice)

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