“Heels and red lipstick will put the fear of god into people.” -Dita Von Teese
Just stumbled across this gorgeous photo series:
I have been frustrated for years with the lack of comprehensive sex education in this country. Few people take the time to bring attention to this pressing issue, which is literally a matter of life and death (as my dad pointed out when he bought me condoms freshman year of college). So I was overjoyed to see John Oliver tackle this topic on the latest episode of HBO’s Last Week Tonight.
While conservatives are always stressing that sex ed should be taught at home, Oliver points out that “no parent wants to talk to their kids about sex, and no kid wants to talk about sex with their parents. That is why when you’re watching a movie together and there’s a sex scene, everyone becomes motionless and silently begs for the merciful release of death.” He also brings attention to the fact that Mississippi, where teachers are restricted from using condoms in educational demonstrations, ranks #2 in the country in teen pregnancy rates. After sharing hilarious/frightening clips from outdated and out of touch sex ed videos, Oliver shares his own version featuring featuring OITNB’s Laverne Cox, Jack McBrayer, Kristen Schaal and Nick Offerman. Well done, sir. Well done.
Juliette Dragon is a total badass. In addition to singing in a ‘Sensual Garage Rock Band’ with her husband called Rikkha, she puts on scintillating cabaret productions with her burlesque company, Le Cabaret des Filles de Joie, and founded the first burlesque school in Paris: Ecole des Filles de Joie. Girls at her school learn more than just how to dance– they are learning not just to shake but to own and feel good about what their mamas gave them. “You have to like and to love yourself to be able to be loved by someone else. In my school the girls are learning how to love themselves and love each other.” Forget the girls in the magazine- “I think every kind of woman is beautiful and the sex appeal isn’t a question of age or skin color… just an attitude.”
For bookings and more information about des Filles de Joie, check out www.lebison.com.
I first met sex educator and Cuddle Party co-creator Reid Mihalko in 2011 at the Los Angeles Pleasure Chest where he was leading one of his classes. He referred to himself as the “golden retriever” in the sex education world and it’s easy to see why; his sweet charm and goofy personality helps put people at ease when grappling with topics that are still considered scary and taboo by many.
I have long been frustrated by America’s seemingly endless war on sex; sure, pornography has never been more readily available and vibrators are being sold in local drug stores, but sexual shame still grips a large percentage of men and women. The glimpse of a woman’s breast on national tv in this country causes public outrage. Influential (albeit crazy) politicians wage public campaigns against masturbation and contraception. Sex is considered more obscene than violence. There are still places in this country where the sale of sex toys is considered a crime! I don’t know about you but I think something is seriously wrong here. But teachers like Reid give me hope that the tide can be turned with open dialogue and encouragement from coaches and educators to look within and own our desire.
On a sunny day in Oakland I interviewed Reid at his spacious yet cozy loft in Fruitvale (lovingly dubbed “Fruitopia”) where he shared with me the early inspiration for his career, how he’s helping to further the sex positive movement, and his philosophy about life, love and relationships.
For more information about Reid and his teachings, check out ReidAboutSex.com.
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.