Adult coloring books have recently become all the rage. But if you’re looking for something a little more exciting to shade in than flowers and butterflies, my friend Charlie, AKA Richard Dickens, has just published The World Famous Gigglestick Activity Book. For only $9.99, you’ll find crossword puzzles, word seeks, connect the dots and kinky illustrations galore. It’s perfect for bachelorette parties and even comes with a four pack of crayons. Peek inside:
I’m currently obsessed with these modern vintage collages by California filmmaker and artist Eugenia Loli. She says, “It’s important for me to ‘say’ something with my artwork, so for the vast majority of my work there’s a meaning behind them. I usually do this via presenting a ‘narrative’ scene in my collages, like there’s something bigger going on than what’s merely depicted. Sometimes the scene is witty or sarcastic, some times it’s horrific with a sense of danger or urgency, some times it’s chill. I leave it to the viewer’s imagination to fill-in the blanks of the story plot.”
Hi kids. How ya doing? It’s time for some flash fiction and a little bit of poetry. This first piece comes from a friend of mine over at fictionmostly.com and it’s titled:
her slingshot legs
I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs.
“Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said.
She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”
After we fed one another, she turned and faced the wall. She would sleep soon. “Lock the screen door, too,” she said. And I did. And on the way to my car, I saw the same cat as always, a little mountain dividing the road. I waved and it didn’t wave back, but we had an understanding — visit its neighborhood, yes, but live here — never.
And because breakups inspire [terrible?] poetry I give you:
donuts and Woody Harrelson
I saw the best minds of my generation
Get the shit kicked out of them by love
Strong weary men
Crumpled and whimpering, wailing
The names of their odd bedfellows
turned to ash on their tongues
I did this
I did this
I broke you
You held my heart in your hands
and I took yours between my teeth
I broke you
You broke me too
But I tasted it first
And now I’m nothing but a tourist
And all the weed is gone
(You never liked my smoke)
And I’m sleeping to dream about
threesomes with hot bitches
and Woody Harrelson?
Woody fucking Harrelson!
Damn you HBO
Damn you San Francisco
I can’t decide if I’m hot or cold or dead
I never needed a sugar daddy
But I had you and our warm bed
where we fucked and watched
critically acclaimed dramas together
The tears won’t come anymore
and I still need a release
50 shades of literary monstrosity won’t cut it
I can’t come
I can’t cry
I just ate nine Krispy Kremes
And it’s too early in the morning for self loathing
“Just as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you”
Well call me motherfucking Jesus.
I wish I was still in your bed
The World Cup is upon us, and even guys and gals out there who don’t give a shit about sports can agree on one thing– those soccer players are fucking sexy. But while they may have no problem getting laid, are they allowed to? The folks at PolicyMic posted a piece yesterday breaking down the sexual rules governing each soccer (or football to the rest of the world) team by country. While some, including the Ancient Greeks, believed that carnal activities deplete your energy and can poorly affect performance (that sax player from Seinfeld trying to play after boning Elaine comes to mind), others find that the tension release actually helps them to relax and allows for optimum playing. Here’s the policy for 8 different teams competing this year:
Yes. The U.S. national team coach said this week, “I think we have a group of guys together and an environment together that is very open, very casual. But once we go on the field for training and also for the games, we are very serious and down to business.”
Yes. (Surprising anyone?) Manager Didier Deschamps says that sex is allowed, but “it all depends on where, how and how much… I don’t want them to be cut off from the outside world.”
Maybe. As long as visits happen within the training and match schedule, families and partners can come to Brazil. Back in 2010 though, coach Fabio Capello swore to uphold the sex ban by monitoring the players through their hotel t.v. sets. Creepy.
Maybe. Super Eagles coach Stephen Keshi was advised by former team captain and manager Christian Chukwu to keep players away from temptation, though it’s not clear whether an official ban has been put in place. Keshi says, “In my days as a player, even as a coach, I made it a point of duty to stay away from women, because sex has a lot of spiritual things attached to it.”
Depends. Luiz Felipe Scolari says players can engage in “normal intercourse” (vanilla?) but acrobatic sex is not permitted.
No. Manager Safet Susic: “They can find another solution, they can even masturbate if they want… I am not interested what the other coaches do. This is not a holiday trip: We are there to play football at the World Cup.”
No. Coach Jorge Sampaoli has said no sex (and no soda).
No. Manager Miguel Herrera says that “If a player can’t go one month or 20 days without having sexual relations, then they are not prepared to be a professional player,” which seems harsh but understandable considering the prostitution scandals that have rocked their team. Well there you have it. And if you haven’t seen the very sexy/let’s fuck shit up World Cup promo that Beats put out yesterday, take 5 minutes and watch it NOW. It’ll blow your socks off.
It all started at a nightclub in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The name of the nightclub is Amerika. As a kid I’ve heard so much about it; everybody talked about it because it originally started as a gay club but then (as usual) heterosexuals realized how much fun gays have and the club became a good mix of people trying to have fun.
There were two floors; downstairs people were dancing and drinking and mingling. Guys were hawking and ready to attack. Amerika is the kind of place where you pay a cover and get unlimited heaps of alcohol, but I was already wasted by the time we got to the club.
Upstairs was the infamous “Tunnel”. If someone ever mentioned Amerika, they would talk about this spot; it was dark and people who went through were looking for some sort of sexual encounter.
We had a drink at the bar downstairs and then I decided to go play in the tunnel. I never liked the chit chat when it comes to hooking up with someone; I don’t want to hear about you or your life. I just want to play. Do people judge this behavior? YES! Absolutely. But I don’t care. Judgement has a lot to do with other people’s fear and insecurity. I’m not killing or robbing anyone, I’m just looking for sexual satisfaction.
Growing up wasn’t that easy; I dealt with a lot of conservative and structured bullshit from the people who surrounded me. I didn’t fit in and was always wondering whether the stuff in my head was “weird” because that’s how people made me feel. Somehow I came to realize that we are all different and I didn’t have to be afraid or stop doing what I felt like doing just because it didn’t seem right to others. I also learned that it’s all about confidence. If you hesitate you lose and I realized I didn’t want to lose anymore– that’s when I grew up. But back to the tunnel…
I looked around and scanned the crowd in the darkness as much as I could. There were two hot guys: one was standing and the other one was on his knees blowing him. I made eye contact with the one being blown, rapidly approached him and without hesitation got on my knees and started blowing him with the other guy. The guy on the floor and I were making out and having fun with each other. I wasn’t nervous– I was excited and trying something new. I love making out, and to say hello to the guy whose dick was in my mouth, I stood up and gave him a couple of kisses. So far I was just giving head with someone else but I wanted to spice things up a little bit more. A lot of people were watching but I didn’t care; I guess it turned me on even more.
The guy on his knees stood back up and the three of us made out. I let them kiss and got on my knees again while unzipping the other guy’s pants. I played with his hard cock for a few seconds and ended up with both dicks in my mouth. It felt really good. I didn’t pick just any random guy- when I see someone I can tell he is well put together. Both of them smelled fresh and delicious.
None of the guys understood what was happening and neither did I, but it was fun and hot. Only one of the guys came. That’s when I stood back up, kissed both of them on the mouth and said goodbye. I didn’t ask for numbers, names or any contact information. I didn’t need it.
People are quick to judge these situations, but the way I see it it’s just normal human behavior. Who says we have to go through 5 different dates before it’s okay to have sex? Not that it isn’t sometimes fun to wait; it builds up the moment, but things can go either way once it happens. You are not a better person for not having sex with random people- you are just keeping yourself from liberating the sexual tension almost every human experiences. And I get it, not everyone experiences that urge, but most of the people who do keep it undercover because they are ashamed of it. Ladies and Gentlemen– there is nothing to be ashamed of. Being horny is feeling alive.
We all have needs and we live to satisfy these needs, so go out in the world and be horny.
Many people over the years, particularly women, have expressed concern over the role pornography has played in setting unreasonable expectations in the bedroom, especially amongst young people who are receiving all of their sex education by watching Redtube and YouPorn (damn those abstinence only programs!). Cindy Gallop, the creative mind behind Make Love Not Porn, proclaims to be “pro sex, pro porn, pro knowing the difference.”
Now a NY production company called Kornhaber Brown [KB] has put out an amusing short film illustrating some of these differences with food:
The only access to porn I had as a kid was the scrambled variety on channel 99. One early confession from an anonymous girl submitted to FKMYSELF.COM described repeated viewings of sex scenes from Jerry Maguire and Soul Food (rewound on VHS) as masturbatory material. Man do kids have it easy these days.
But is all this easy access to pornography warping their minds? Does every teenage boy assume that every girl enjoys anal and swallowing? A lot of the sex education I received was from reading Cosmo magazine, which can’t be much better, but have unreasonable boudoir expectations become amplified by YouPorn? I’d love to hear what the readers have to say about this one- please weigh in below.
I was moved to tears last week reading responses to the Supreme Court’s DOMA decision last week- it was not just a victory for the LGBT community but for our country and humanity. It fills me with great hope and pride to see that our nation can overcome hundreds of years of prejudice and delusion to take a stand for justice and equality.
The battle to eradicate sexual shame in America is far from over- bullying continues daily, abstinence education prevails in many schools (and let’s not forget that the sale of sex toys in parts of the south is still illegal. Seriously). I have faith, however, that we will continue to move forward and grow to do what is right. The revolution is NOW.
Here are some photos I snapped outside San Francisco’s City Hall after the Pride parade Sunday night:
I’m sure Lincoln would be proud. Here are some other favorite photos from the week:
Love is love.
Before I entered an open relationship, I thought it would be a great way to have your cake and eat it too. You could have all the benefits of being in a relationship – stability, security, and regular sex, as well as all the benefits of being single – freedom, exploration, and invigorating “new relationship energy” (often referred to as NRE).
However, after I started delving into the tumultuous world of polyamory, I came to learn that it was much, much, more than that.
I came to learn that open relationships were fundmentally about truth, communication, and transparency. It was about facing my own fears, my own insecurities, as well as learning to love unconditionally. Many people I talk to would love to be in an open relationship – one way. They would love the freedom on their end, but would not want their partner to share the same freedoms.
For me, a deeply intimate, loving relationship is about loving your partner enough to allow them the ability to completely experience life to its fullest capacity. Even if that means them having sex with somebody else. This is where the rub lies. In our society, there is a deeply ingrained modality of ‘monogamy’. This often leads to issues of “should”, “should not”, pain, and insecurities.
If we *KNEW* our partner deeply loved us, and they have dinner with a friend, would this cause us pain? How about if they slept over at their place? How about if they hugged them? Kissed them? Had sex with them? And that these actions didn’t come from a place of deceit, lies, and untruth, but they were in constant communication with you throughout the entire process? For some people, dinner is already crossing a threshold. Others are okay with kissing, but not sex. Others, only certain kinds of sex (maybe oral only). Each of these thresholds depends on our own level of trust in our partner, and confidence in our own self-worth.
The first time my partner engaged in extracurricular sex, there was some suffering. I examined it. Why is it there? What belief structure was I holding onto that gave rise to the suffering? (Suffering only comes from holding onto a certain belief.) I realized there was some fear of my partner leaving me. There was some fear of the third person being ‘better’, which, when I followed the thought train far enough, eventually also led to the fear of my partner leaving. As I examined and followed each of these fears WITH my partner, there was constant reassurance and I eventually came to see through all the fears as ultimately false, and I was free to return to the present moment with my partner.
When I engaged in an extracurricular relationship, my partner’s belief set was something around the concept of “access”. That they would no longer have “access” to me. Each of us will have different sticking points, different reasons why we believe something is wrong or shouldn’t be done. With clear, honest, and open communication, we can move through the restrictions of closed relationships and experience a much freeer existence in life.
It is natural and expected for some pain to arise whenever an action takes place that challenges our belief structures. What makes all the difference in the world is how soon you can see through it, let go, and move on. This is where complete honesty and constant communication is required. An open relationship requires both partners to *gradually* push the boundaries of their reality together. “Can we live in a reality where we are both truly happy for the other person being happy in whatever they’re doing?” (This is called “compersion”). Push too hard, and the relationship may break. Gentler never hurts.
So should you engage in an open relationship? Not if you’re in it just to have sex with more people. You might as well just stay single, or you could do that in a monogamous relationship and not tell your partner (as frequently happens). An open relationship is for people ready to face their own fears and insecurities head on. An open relationship is for people that want to grow with their partner through the most intimiate details of life – which extend far beyond the superficial sex. An open relationship is for people that understand that being in a relationship with someone does not mean restricting them, but instead, freeing them. And in the process, freeing yourself.
Have you ever experimented with an open relationship? Weigh in below.
By Kristine Deguzman | Reposted from Em & Lo
A few years ago, when I was a bright-eyed junior at UC Berkeley, I wrote about how my boyfriend and I were going on a break before I left to study abroad in Spain. At the time we had been together for two years, and I remember the reaction I received — from friends and readers alike — who thought I was being unrealistic in thinking that I could hook up with a slew of Spanish men and return to my relationship unscathed.
Well, I’m happy to report that that three years (and many attractive foreign men) later, my boyfriend and I are still together and still as much in love as we were before — if not more so.
Though our relationship has passed the five-year mark, this is not to say that it has been without its difficulties. I’m not going to lie and say our relationship was full of sunshine and daisies after I got back from Spain, because it wasn’t. We dated other people and, yes, slept with other people, and like any normal relationship there were fights and there was jealousy and there was crying — lots and lots of crying.
But in the end, there was and is always a decision — do we give up or do we work it out? And amidst all of the fights, we always chose each other. (Plus, it became kind of kinky to talk about the other people we’d had sex with while having sex with each other — how’s that for dirty talk?)
In the two years that followed my trip to Spain we stayed in a mostly monogamous relationship, though there were a few occasions at parties where he gave me permission to kiss other people (and I, likewise, extended the same courtesy). However, since my boyfriend moved back to LA last September, we’ve returned to experimenting with the boundaries of our relationship, and we’re currently in a long-distance, open relationship.
We don’t have a timeline for when we’ll no longer be long-distance, since I work in the tech industry (which is booming in San Francisco) and he works in the entertainment industry (which basically doesn’t exist outside of Hollywood), but we have talked about moving to New York together within the next two or three years. As far as whether or not our open relationship will continue once we’re back in the same city — it’s kind of unknown. Though, it does seem hard to justify either of us sleeping with other people when the other is just a quick Metro ride away.
Most of the people who I talk to about our relationship are either really supportive or really confused. The confused ones often ask, “Why waste your time with other people if you have a good thing?” Others have admitted that they think it’s hubris for my boyfriend and I to think that we can have our cake (each other) and have sex with other people on the side too.
I think that most of the people who question our relationship do so because they could never imagine themselves in the same situation, and that’s perfectly fine. I don’t think my boyfriend and I have the gold standard of relationships upon which all other relationships should mold themselves, and neither of us goes around telling other couples that they should try spicing things up a bit by sleeping with other people.
What it boils down to, at least for us, is communication — my boyfriend and I talk everyday, several times a day, to the point where my sister now rolls her eyes and says, “Again?! You just talked an hour ago,” whenever she sees my boyfriend calling. We also have pretty specific “rules” in our open relationship (in contrast to the “anything goes” policy we had during our break when I was in Spain). The rules are as follows:
• Dates must be disclosed in advance.
• Potential suitors must know about the existence of the other person.
• Kissing is basically like shaking hands – doesn’t need to be disclosed unless it leads into a date.
• Condoms must be used with all extraneous sexual partners.
We’re so honest with each other that we rarely even fight anymore. I told him when I joined OkCupid, and he joined soon thereafter. We deactivated our OkCupid accounts somewhere around the same time, since neither of us had any luck meeting people in whom we were truly interested. A few months ago, when a trio of boys chatted up a couple of friends and I at a bar, I joked with him about it afterwards. We still talk to each other about our crushes, including one in particular that was so deep and overwhelming that I thought for sure it would tear us apart.
But even with the most destructive of crushes, honest communication was and is the key to making it work – in this particular scenario, my boyfriend ended up giving me permission to date this person despite his misgivings about the situation. The crush fizzled out anyway, but I had even more respect for my boyfriend afterwards for being so rational and levelheaded about it all.
When I envision the trajectory of my life, he is the one I see at the end. He will always be the person I choose when it comes down to it, and I know he feels the same. So why not have some fun with other people along the way?
How do you feel about monogamy vs. open relationships? Have you and your partner ever tried an open arrangement? Weigh in below.
*Editor’s note: if you’re looking for a convincing case for open relationships, read the brilliant book Sex At Dawn: How We Mate, Why We Stray and What It Means for Modern Relationships.