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The first of four interviews by David Henry Sterry with some of the contributing writers from his current anthology, Johns, Marks, Tricks and Chickenhawks: Professionals and Clients Writing About Each Other. Click here to read “Admit...Show More Summary
I never know what to say when I’m asked if I knew anyone who died on September 11th. It’s a conflict that cuts right to the strange nature of sex work—the intimate anonymity, the intimate indifference. I could be standing in front of a client’s name on the Memorial Wall at Ground Zero and never know it, because I never learned his last name or had long since forgotten it.
It takes two years before Bob shows his gun collection to me. The guns are in the corner closet of a room I’ve slept in over thirty times. He opens the slatted door with a key, and one by one, he pulls out latched wooden boxes, heavy velvet bags, and cardboard boxes of bullets, delicately placing them in front of me on a foldout table: a militia spread.
Antonia Crane sits down with sex blogger and erotica writer Lady Cheeky for an interview about her journey to passion, positive body image, and orgasm via True Blood.
Good Vibrations has donated a special vibrator for a scene in the Happy Baby movie. It’s called The Rabbit Habit. Thanks Good Vibrations, we love you back! Related Posts: No related posts…
Bring on chilly revenge served by an armed prostitute with a hard-on for chicks. Bring on a blonde, butch, Quentin Tarantino-tinted vigilante drifter, rising from the lava with a clenched, wet fist. Bring on Aileen Wuornos.
Because I’ve devoted perhaps eighty percent of my adult waking hours to thinking about sex, and it seems dishonest to pretend otherwise in my work.
Kink.com (very NSFW), home of the armory, the largest porn studio in the world (and the shooting location of About Cherry) is having a script contest. We don’t usually link to contests but we’re making an exception because this one is free.
Mayumi, a hostess in the Ginza district of Japan, lends an intimate perspective of the country's notorious Water Trade.
I worry about you when I don’t see you for a while.
I didn’t analyze production levels or consider marketing strategies. I didn’t say to myself, “Tonight you’re going to get with the jack-off program.” I was a dime-a-dozen girl doing a customer service job, and that job demanded more and more of me whether I liked it or not.
Realizing that Jane Fonda could be a sexpot and an intellectual and an entrepreneur worked more effectively on behalf of my mother’s goals for my relationship to women than my mother was herself in a position to do.
I developed my first and only porn star crush on Princess Donna. I watched her videos and read her blog and imagined that one day we would meet and she would publicly disgrace me like she publicly disgraced models.
“Mike” contacted me for advice about the stripper he was seeing after he’d read my column on The Rumpus. He told me that when his wife was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he flung himself at sex workers as a way to escape his own loneliness and grief.
Erotic fiction seems to be making some kind of comeback. In light of this, we could all learn a thing or two from Seth Fried. The writer spices up “Das Kolumne” by teaching us how to write erotica. To wit: “Readers who seek out erotica tend to be motivated more out of curiosity and boredom than actual lust.
Until now, it has always felt like lying when I tell people I was gay bashed in the first few hours of January 2008. Actually, it still feels a bit like I’m telling a lie but – I think – that’s the point of what I’m about to write.
The simple fact that you are no longer an adolescent, shouldn’t mean that you are obliged to forgo the thrill of the sext. Thanks to Eva Wiseman, the techo-sexual generational gap has been bridged with her newly forged dictionary of grown-up sexting acronyms.
At The New Yorker, Anna Holmes writes about how “Girls” and Sheila Heti‘s new novel How Should a Person Be? “treat heterosexual coupling as secondary, and how they depict the profundity of female friendships, not to mention their real...Show More Summary
Tits & Sass on the “pole tax”, a tax on strip club patrons that goes to fund sexual assault prevention. Bubbles points out that there is no link between patronizing a strip club and sexual assault. It would make much more sense to tax patrons of McDonald’s and use the funds for diabetes research.
OR Books will soon publish Fifty Shades of Louisa May: A Memoir of Transcendental Sex, which gives Alcott, who “probably didn’t have much erotica in her life” “a second chance at sex.” “It just hijacks the modern erotica category, throws away the seriousness and the bondage, and lets legendary authors perform ridiculous and embarrassing sexual acts.