filed under: Erotic Elite, We Are The Sex Media, Lazysexweb by Melissa Gira | Leave a Comment
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.)
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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filed under: Lazysexweb by Melissa Gira | Leave a Comment
Sex educator and kink ambassador Midori posed the following in her blog:
What should a considerate gentleman-lover-about-town have for supplies around the bedroom and bathroom? Think of the best of the best lover who’s a ladies’ man or the fellow who’s single by design.
Condoms, lube, batteries, and fetching cleanup towels dominate the hundredish suggestions offered, but perfectly sweet surprises?
• “A spare umbrella in case it’s raining on her way out, and she doesn’t have one,”
• “a ‘one-size fits most’ stretchy dress (in basic black), for if she sleeps over without any clothes for the next day,”
• “Extra toothbrush still in its packaging. Just one though – keep the stock out of sight to maintain the mystery. Send it home with her to avoid the “keeping things at his place” conversation. (Especially important if it’s a weekday sleep over and she’s on her way to work)”
Granted, the suggestions are offered in a straightish context, but the territorial toothbrush thing? Really? Still? Of all the objects to be imprinted with relationshippy meaning.
filed under: We Make Art Not Sex by Melissa Gira | Leave a Comment
Actually, Market Street, not Main, but in San Francisco, that is our main drag. So cheers to Tina Butcher (aka the bondage queen next door, Madison Young), owner and curator of the boundary-bursting feminist, sex-positive gallery Femina Potens, which has just signed a lease to take over a very prominent spot in San Francisco, which so blessedly happens to be the former home of leather shop, Image Leather.
Just a taste of the collision of art & porn with more to come [via] :
Imagine walking into an art gallery with a big fluffy, white mattress smack in the middle of the room. A thick red velvet rope and a scattering of “do not touch” signs surround the mattress. A few fellow art patrons shuffle around, regarding the works on the wall with thoughtful gazes. The wall text for the mattress reads “Sex.” The materials listed are “mattress, bodily fluids, naked bodies,” creation date: “NOW.” You have just entered the most recent sexual fantasy of Madison Young, San Francisco bondage and fetish model and, obviously, an exhibitionist.
Young sits in an old-school green and metal office chair in the office space of her art gallery Femina Potens. Fully clothed in a simple black dress with a soft baby pink cardigan, her cascading red hair glints in the late afternoon sun, her chair squeaks as she leans forward, excitedly describing a recent film shoot in which Young has sex in an art gallery. Her idea was to act out, in a public arena, the intensity and desire of new lovers in the very first week of a relationship.
“I wanted to show that point when you’re starving for each other. When you hardly get out of bed, falling asleep after fucking, only to wake up to fucking once again,” says Young.
Damn, is it a miracle to have sexy queer culture continue within those walls. And on them. And on the floors. And.
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