Tuesday, May 29, 2007

HOW TO: Talk About Sex In Public


filed under: HOW TO: by Melissa Gira | 1 Comment

Really, this is more of a “WHERE TO:”, as first the public sphere itself requires a bit of hasty, sure to leave out-CRUCIAL DISCOURSE defining before the heady stuff of content and context get had at properly.

So. Where? And for god’s sake, what about the children (oh, USA Today)?

In a classroom. One of my dearest, beloved professors kicked off her most popular class, “The Politics of Sex,” with the disclaimer that, though we would be talking extensively about sexual activity in the class, that it was neither an invitation to or expectation that we would each disclose our individual sexual practices as part of the discussion. “That I’m a femme-identified leather woman, currently and obviously pregnant, is not necessarily relevant to…” and oh the delicious etc. that followed. Sure, she was playing provocateur behind the lectern to make a point, and you can, too, but see also: what better excuse to get dirty with the best of the post-’68 French theorists so you can cloak your own bedroom deeds in the distance of the discursive landscape’s little turns of phrase, like, oh, my favorite: “power/knowledge”?

On a sidewalk. Hold a sign. Wear a button. Splash a slogan on your tits. Here it’s also quite a bit about clever metaphor, dropping out the best words, or, well, not, and playing at what sorts of sex talk goes best on the pavement: lofty proclamation, personal essay, faithful retellings, or just reckless bitching about the weekend past?

At a terrible and boring party. Now, this is where you’re — oh, I’m — most likely to get into trouble. There’s nothing like a dull cocktail-in-hand reception to prompt one to fill the air with provocation to amuse oneself, whether that’s tales of personal glory or just the latest sex/politics/religion triple threat to polite smalltalkeries. Gauge in the circle who’s who, who you’re likely to run into/work for in the future, or who’s really more busy flirting with others, or who needs a similar pick-up — or, just pick them up. Honestly, slipping away and making out with a newfound gossip partner is likely to require much less damage control later.

On a blog. Allow this final quote, then, from a very wise and successful escort: “It’s better these days to fuck these powerful, visible men for money, as at least then, you can be fairly certain they’re not going to blog about it. You never know who has a sex blog any more.” (Of course, disclosure: she knows.)

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Viral Sex Education is Taboo


filed under: Smart. Safe. Sex., We Are The Sex Media by Melissa Gira | Leave a Comment

I’M TABOO is a d.i.y. media advocacy campaign organized by Sex, Etc., promoting comprehensive sex education that addresses not only disease and risk prevention, but pleasure and positive sexual self image. Aimed at high school aged folks, the project encourages young adults to make their own videos about what’s so taboo about wanting to talk about sex, anyway. View entries here (though I wonder why they aren’t up on Sex, Etc.’s Vimeo, which is where I first discovered this clip).

Friday, May 25, 2007

We Make Art Not Sex: Rubber Lover


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(by Janaina Tschäpe, via sexblo.gs)

Friday, May 25, 2007

ISO: Sexy Librarians’ Sex Advice


filed under: Erotic Elite, Lazysexweb, We Are The Sex Media by Melissa Gira | Leave a Comment

librarian
Jessica Gold Haralson, newly of Nerve and longtime sex blogger, kindly requests the following:

Calling all librarians!

I am currently interning for the sex and pop culture magazine Nerve.com, and looking for the librarian folk amongst you who would be willing to be interviewed.

The interview would be for “Sex Advice From,” a popular series in which a select group of folks give their best advice about tricky sex questions. If you happen to blog, we’ll totally put up your links and publicize your projects in any way possible. If you don’t blog, that’s cool too!

Please e-mail jessica at nerve dot com ASAP if you are interested!

(Originally via Viviane’s Sex Carnival.)

Friday, May 25, 2007

Best of SMS Livedating: Epic Oh, My Smashed Up Memory Card Edition


filed under: SMS Livedating by Melissa Gira | 1 Comment

Who else crashes their phone under the weight of saved text messages? Who else but we ragpickers of SMS, collecting your dating detritus for later publication once all appropriate statutes of sex limitation have, if not passed, become less important than say, the story that could be told. Let’s offer up to the coming long weekend this memorial of our own, to a memory card about to burst, cut-up & smashed-up.

This is like Burroughs for the heart and fuck:

2006.12.03, 04:32: My cock is hard right now, daydreaming of intense sex with you.
2006.12.03, 04:37: Phone now? Skype now?
2006.12.30, 22:47: P.s. While we were at the bar, he took my picture. So cute.
2006.12.30, 22:50: Nice. I have a huge crush.
2007.01.01, 13:31: I’m too hung over to decode this, spell it out! Texted from my bed with a cute slothful girl.
2007.01.02, 00.01: Understandable. He is an amateur, though - isn’t all this pretty new to him?
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