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During the first president Bush’s campaign, I remember staring at a bodacious sign hanging outside a popular UCLA fraternity. Spanning the entire front porch of the house, it clearly stated their preferences in bold lettering: Betas like Bush. In case you are remotely confused that they were commenting about the inhabitants of the Oval Office, let me set the record straight.
We’re talking yonis.
Twenty years since those horny boys –...
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When I ran across these images, I wasn’t sure what to make of my conflicting responses. The cerulean shades and enhanced lighting made for some delicious eye candy…that is, until I realized they were ads for men’s suits, not the latest submission fantasy for the blond twiddling her nipple.
Sure, sex sales and that’s why advertisers ploy us with ever edgier images on behalf of their clients, in this case, the Dutch clothing maker, Suit Supply....
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Certain topics conjure up provocative assumptions, and erotica is one such subject; it has informed human sexuality for as long as we could string letters, stories and images together, generating tales of our most passionate selves. So when I came across a website devoted to the philosophy of our most private lives, I took pause. How esoteric can we get when it comes to sexualized imagery and language of coupling?
That’s just the sort of question to...
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The first time I heard someone reference her privates as ‘junk,’ my reaction was a mixed bag. Infrequently in the know with pop culture, deprived of television, and too old for the MTV crowd, I figured I simply missed the uber-trendy memo: ‘Latest Euphemisms for Vagina.”
When did we start calling our yonis this, I wondered, even as I laughed in the context of what I was reading; a casual and irreverent email from one of my favorite authors. In her...
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A friend shared a profound essay recently, and since then I’ve mulled over her insights, the kind that can only be described as contemplative, juicy, sensual, and rich; the sort of essay that I wish I’d written myself, had I thought of it first.
The gist was about the sex, and our cultural pre-occupation with all things sexual, including the ‘less sexy’ benefits of sex. When asked to identify the latter, she refuses. How absurd our...
