Category: Sex News

For the love of unintentional hilarity

For the love of typos: * Mobile Porn Dangerously on the Rise For the love of ridiculous bullshit: * Parents Beware: Porn-Casts Available For Kids (No one talked to me for this article, I am quoted without my permission and they snagged the quote from another article.) For the love of god: * Bathroom Moment…

Cool stuff, events

I’m oh-so-happy to be mentioned today in my local weekly, The San Francisco Bay Guardian, who in their article “By the numbers: Our top 20 favorite things about sex this year” have me and Open Source Sex at #7! (Also check this list if you’re visiting this weekend for Folsom and want extra-curricular activities.) I…

Suicide @ Suicide Girls?

Seen today at Fleshbot, a fairly massive walk/shutout at Suicide Girls — I’ve been getting emails from my friends who are (now) former SG models for about a week about the “ghosting” of models, and trying to follow the posts here and here and here. I’ve always had misgivings about their reluctance to get anywhere…

Of course, I’m thinking of this. But only because of this. Soon, for a mere $27.95 you’ll be able to wipe your ass with the mental product of two totally batshit women, and one (or two) ghostwriters whose resultant ethical corprophilia surely will make a few New York dominatrixes wealthy. That’s it, Judith, bring everyone…

Well okay, I’m actually featured in a superlative piece on sexual frustration by Martin Downs; I really like the context Downs gave the topic and it covers pleasure, rather than health (read: no “take a pill” mentality). It even includes same-sex couples! Cool! Now I will run around my living room in tight little circles…

It’s the congratulatory drinks. Carol, Arlo, Chriso, Hornboy, more… My jobless friends are really happy I’m one of them now, and have been plying me with alcohol for the past few days… and lots of email from readers has been coming in gushing with hugs and support — thank you! I’m quite enjoying sleeping in,…

I got the call this morning. "This is that guy you met on New Year’s (actually the trumpet guy from the Marching Band but I licked his girlfriend’s boob on New Year’s) and if you want to die, it’s on Saturday, at (location in very rambling run-on sentences). The murder starts at noon, so get…

I know what you’re thinking. Yeah, yeah, you’re thinking — Violet is Dr. Frankenstein (more like Frank-N-Furter), robot this, robot that. But what about the vote!? What tight, nasty rubber outfit are you going to slide into sans panties, sans bra, and wear to the ball, Cinderella? You’ve got to give all those ugly stepsisters…

I don’t typically blog about politics. Sexual politics, sure, but my own political views, no. I’ve thought about this a lot, especially when political things irk or awe me. But to me, politics are more personal than sex. This makes me wonder about myself, about how working in the sex ed biz for seven +…