“Of course she’s demonized: Britney is female appetite. Britney wants. She wants food and sex and love and trashy, sexy, no-account boys. But it’s not the outward manifestation of her appetite her detractors can’t abide—after all, many female actresses and singers are heavier than Brit’s ever been (Kirstie Alley, Missy Elliot, America Ferrara, Kelly Clarkson, et al.). It’s the fact that Britney appears incapable of hiding her appetite the way every woman is taught to from childhood, whether or not the truth she tells with her body is deliberate. It’s undeniably familiar to me and to every single one of my female friends. Every single one of us fights the same war, attempting to forge a tenuous detente between what we want (everything) and what we’re supposed to want (nothing). The difference is, Britney’s fight is public property. Her attempts to make peace with her own body and its desires are accompanied by a constant chorus of criticism meant to shame and punish. You try living with that.”
Here’s the publisher’s description of the book:
It’s said that how we eat is reflective of our appetite in bed. Food and sex: two universal experiences that can easily become addictive and all consuming. You don’t need to look far—The Food Network, billboards, and TV spots, to name just a few—to witness firsthand the explosive combination of food and sex.
In Sex and Bacon, Sarah Katherine Lewis is a seductress whose observations about the interplay between food and sex are unusually delightful, sometimes raunchy, and always absorbing. Sex and Bacon is a unique type of lovefest, and Lewis is not your run-of-the-mill food writer.
A lusty eater who’s spent the better part of her adult life as a sex worker, Lewis is as reckless as she is adventurous. She writes of eating whale and bone marrow as challenges she was incapable of resisting. With chapters that hone in on the categorically simple—fat, sugar, meat—Lewis infuses even the most quotidian meals and food memories with sensual observations and decadence worthy of savoring. Sex and Bacon is exuberant—a celebration that honors the rawness and base needs that are central to our experiences of both food and sex.
Firstly, how hot is my friend Tess, photo below?
Silence has no place in the bedroom – unless you’re gagged!…
Having hotter, sexier sex doesn’t require you to spend a fortune on an arsenal of sex toys and accessories. Mind blowing sex can be achieved by using what your already possess. This course will teach you how to use your voice, your imagination, and your erotic vocabulary to add fun and spice to the bedroom or the backseat.
If you don’t think you have an erotic vocabulary, you will by the time you leave. From using your cell phone to send messages that leave you breathless with anticipation to looking into your lover’s eyes as you relate just how good that feels, you’ll learn how to go at your own pace as you release your inner slut or stud.
2 words “vagina couch” – from Jezebel
I, as many people associated in any way with the sexual health industry, have often contemplated creating a store- THE STORE that I would want to shop in. A store that was clean and well lit with no slat and no grid on the walls. Where less was more and quality was beyond reproach. A boutique where customer service wasn’t looking at the daily reciepts but at the life long relationship between clients and the business. A store that was comfortable to talk frankly about sexual explorations and a couples intimacy- how to maintain it and how to spice it up so it was ever evolving. A place where family was center- even with no children allowed. A community space where the neighbors would think it was an asset rather than a liability that the store was there.
How inspiring a store like that would be- a store like that is.
I will tell you- I’ve been to beautiful boutiques the world over. I’ve seen nothing like this vision until I stepped into Freddy and Eddy’s store in Venice California.
What makes it unique is not the aesthetic but the experience. The espresso waiting for you at the door and the long hall of a sexual library where customers can take any book they like on loan free- it’s on the trust system. What an amazing way to begin a dialog that is often full of secrets or even more often a dialog where the client doesn’t know how to talk or what to ask.
Mood Creams: I get asked for these a lot. From both women and they’re partners and I have to say mostly straight folks. The underlying dilemma here is that the chick isn’t always in the mood when the guy is. Possible reasons? Different sex drives, relationship issues, personal baggage, lack of sexual gratification (on her part, guys), not enough sleep, and even some medications can curb sexual appetites. My prescription? Erotica. Porn. Ask her what she wants between the sheets. Settle arguments. Communicate. See a counselor. Add some kink. Get a new toy. Make compromises. Talk to a doctor. Get some good rest. Take some time to seduce your parnter. Compliment her. Tell her at least once a day how fucking hot she is. See if that doesn’t put her in the mood…
Your Sex Tip of the Day: Next time you get hot and heavy challenge yourself to make-out out with your partner as long as possible before reaching in for the naughty bits. That means clothes on, kissing and rubbing only. You may also whisper naughties into each other’s ear, but that’s it! See how wet and hard you can get just by doing that… By the time you get around to the main dish(es), you’ll be guaranteed an incredible time.
Pleasure Happens, the blog of The Pleasure Chest, interviews Jessica Resler of Vergenza:
P.L. – So what really sets this product apart from the thousands of other sex toys on the market?
J.R. – Our differentiation is based on our brand and our design. Sex toy companies don’t focus on branding their products, or if they do it’s very graphic and aggressive. Our goal is to build a lifestyle brand where our customers know that using a Vergenza means you are using the finest erotic tool. We never will pander to our audience by offering pink toys in plastic boxes or tell customers that a sex toy is a substitute for a lover. Our erotic tools are a means to express a new intellectual and sexual sensation.
Our credo also suggests that Vergenza product owners don’t hide their erotic tools in their sock drawer or under their bed. Our products are gorgeous and should be put on display. I personally have three that I leave on a silver tray next to my nightstand, and this always, shall we say, promotes use.
Video from the below letter taken at last night’s Blogger Sex Night at In The Flesh Reading Series will be coming soon. For now, a photo of me with T.A. Hines, a.k.a. Funky Brown Chick:
Three beers (for you … and two glasses of wine for me) later, we were standing at the bar ordering the final round when your hand began to dance along the small of my back. That’s when you said it. You leaned into my ear and murmured, “I’m gonna piss in your mouth.”
I didn’t have time to react because you immediately dipped your right hand in the back of my pants and tried to slide your fingers along the slit of my ass cheeks. Naturally, I stopped you. When you removed your hand, you placed your index finger under my nose. “Smell your asshole,” you said with a straight face.
Why God? Why?
Sticky Pages at Bookslut, “an exploration of sex in literary fiction” – on Tin House’s anthology Do Me
Matthew Vollmer describes the awkward fantasy of a young woman, who is infatuated with an older woman, as her boyfriend is giving her head. “That night, after a few beers, the younger woman allowed the boyfriend to go down on her. She tried to imagine the older woman. It was hard. The older woman would not have whiskers.” Most of the stories in this collection follow that same idea about sex — exposing the uncomfortable and all too human elements of real sex. This is literary fiction, after all.
But Martha McPhee’s story “The Anthropology of Sex” really earns the collection its vulva on the cover. McPhee writes about two sisters who, in childhood, engaged in a game called, “Normal Day.” The sisters would play it with the neighborhood kids and the game involved having an affair and successfully keeping it a secret from the others. The narrator, Isabelle, is grown up now and watching as her sister’s own affair is unraveling, while reflecting on her first affair as a college student with her married professor.