by Lily May 16 2012

Sexual correctness is a fundamental failure of journalism, and not just in the moralistic right-wing end of the press. I can’t remember the last time I saw an informed discussion of porn in a mainstream news publication. Many of those touted as ‘sexperts’ simply aren’t; a situation not helped by the craven attitude of bodies like the British Psychological Society. Features on alternative sexual choices, lifestyles or fetishes invariably resort to cheap smirks at the expense of its subjects; while journalists interviewing figures in the adult entertainment industry seem compelled to demand that they justify their ‘aberrant’ behaviour.

We deserve better. We deserve editors and journalists who have some vague understanding of sex and sexual health, and can report it in a grown-up way. We deserve respite from the barrage of messages declaring that those whose tastes sit outside a narrowing mainstream are deviant; to be smirked at, stared at, or feared. I’m not convinced it’s good for our collective sexual health if young men are brought up with the implied message that only certain types, shapes and even colours of women are socially acceptable to call ‘sexy’. Aside from anything else, it’s just really, really boring.

MJ Robbins, “Sexual Correctness Gone Mad,” The Guardian

MJ Robbins, who is to me a newly minted hero in my personal pantheon, writing in The Guardian.   The way sex and sexuality are discussed in much of the mainstream media is so incredibly ignorant that it amounts to abstinence education for adults; not only do you not learn anything from it, you might be stupider when you’re done.

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E-Lust #36

by Lily May 15 2012


Photo courtesy of A Couple of Wankers

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #37? Start with the newly updated rules, come back June 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ Top 3 ~

The Cheshire CatAlice felt whiskers tickle her skin and was wracked with sobs of fear. “Oh, little girl, don’t cry. You can stand much more than you think you can.”

Vaginal Overexposure?I see a lot of vaginas. A lot. One of my favorite things to tell Vincent and his friends is, “I see more vagina that you ever will!”

Marionette“I’m writing out a fantasy of mine, but I’m not sure what to do with some of it. I’m hoping you can help me figure it out.” “Yes Ma’am.”

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

JourneysThese insecurities are at the root of my fears. I don’t know how to combat them, how to turn those tapes off in my head.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

I’ve found a new secret to my G-spotThis g-spot thing might be hard to find since it can’t be mapped, but believe me it is real and with time, exploration, a good clitoral orgasm and a willing set of fingers and/or dildos you CAN find it.

 

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Reality shows

by Lily May 15 2012

Superstition.  Don’t let the sub fuck you.  She goes down on you, not the other way around.

Don’t chase the magic away.

Also:

Don’t let it get stale.

Nothing like a good mindfuck.

Absolutely nothing like a good puzzle: how can the bottom be the one with the strap-on, but not be in charge?

Do I have enough rope for that?

I tuck the polka-dotted fabric strap-on harness, and the twinkly, glittery girlcock in a drawer out of sight.

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Monday Note, May 14, 2012: Get On The Swan

by Lily May 14 2012

Hey, pervs,

Things are going good here at Chez Perversion.  Our big problem these days is that we need more rope to tie up all the fabulous people who we’re lucky enough to be *ahem* hanging around with.

The weather is beautiful and we hang around having exchanges like this:

[Bryce walks in with Dunkin' Donuts coffee]

“What, no donut?  You must think I’m fat.”

“You always complain when I get you a pastry that I’m gonna make you fat, so this time I got you no pastry, and now you complain that I think you’re fat!”

“You can’t win.”

“Somebody needs a spanking.”

[I flip Bryce the bird].

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Hoist The Freak Flag High

by Lily May 13 2012

Hey, Joan.  I read your latest blog entry, where you wrote:

First, I don’t think of myself as all that out there. I think of myself as sort of boring, so far as kink goes.

I live in my own little bubble. I venture out of my bubble, and realize that “average” is actually way the hell over there, where light bondage and spanking is super kinky, and sleeping with more than 5 people in a lifetime is a sign of being a potentially violent slut with low self-esteem, and sex without romance is “meaningless” and “pathetic.”

It’s jarring.

I think I just have to accept that I am kind of out there.

Yes, you and I really are out there.

In kinky circles, light bondage, spanking, 50′s housewife-style play — all of it is considered the shallow end of the pool.  Some kinky people don’t even consider spanking enthusiasts kinky.

But I’m not sure that it’s the fact that we’re kinky that makes us “out there.”

It’s the fact that we’re sex-positive.

What we do isn’t nearly as transgressive as what we think.

Let’s break that down.  I won’t speak for you, although I imagine you and I share many of the same ideas about sex and sexuality.  I’ll start with what I believe, and then talk about what is broadly believed among people in the US.

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Not Confused, Not A Stage, Not Mythical Creatures: Just Bisexuals

by Lily May 12 2012

As a bisexual woman, I have it SO EASY.  My bisexuality is practically the new black.  Katy Perry writes songs about it.

Bisexual men don’t have it nearly as easy.  These are from an amazing, heartbreaking piece by Seth Fischer entitled “Notes from a Unicorn.”

Here’s Seth at 13:

That day after school I ran up straight into my room. My room had always been filthy, but I threw everything off one little section of carpet near my desk and my dresser with the trap door I would always write stories on, and I kneeled there, and said over and over to myself, “Fags like boys, so I’m a fag,” crying and crying, not once thinking about that page from a magazine hidden in my desk, three feet from my head, with the naked women sprawled in impossible positions, the one I’d been beating off to every night for the last week, and not once thinking about the girl I’d kissed on the lips, my first kiss ever, a few weeks before, when my heart went pitter-patter and did all the things hearts are supposed to do during a first kiss, the girl whose heart I later broke because I thought I was a fag. I didn’t want to bring her down with me because being a fag was this cancer that would grow inside me and eat up the straight part of me until I’d die of AIDS and never be able to do anything with my life.

I’m sure many of you are familiar with the It Gets Better campaign.  Basically, grownups make videos saying to queer kids, just get out of high school, just live to get out of high school — when you do, it gets better, we promise.

But here’s Seth now.  Did it get better for him?

Recently, on OKCupid, a woman messaged me: “Are you truly into ladies, and if so, what type? Finding a truly bi man is like finding a unicorn.”

If I’m a unicorn where I live now, in L.A., then I was a unicorn rocky mountain oyster when I moved to the old rustbelt city of Syracuse, New York to go to grad school and live for the first time as a fully out bi man. There was one other mythical bi man in the entire city, but try as I might, I never found him. At the gay bar, I sometimes got called a “half-breeder.” Straight people treated me just as shittily as they treat gay people. Three times, gay men hit me in the back of the head when they saw my head turn for a women. For the most part, straight women wouldn’t date me because, as one said, “You’re just gonna leave me to go suck a dick.”

A lot of people, even Dan Savage, the creator of the It Gets Better campaign, says things like “get a real lesbian girlfriend” to a lesbian who asks advice about her relationship with a bisexual woman. I listen to his podcast all the time, but I have to admit I cringe every time I hear that a caller is bisexual because I never know when he’s going to say things like, “He’s not really bisexual, he’s a fag.”

Is that because he once identified as bisexual before he was ready to come out as gay?

You know, just because a lot of gay people do use our sexuality — bisexuality — as a way-station along the way to their final destination doesn’t mean a lot of us don’t live here year round.  And we’d appreciate it if the straights who come by for drunken kisses and the gays who are just passing through didn’t litter our home with their trash before blowing town in the morning, back home or onward to someplace new.

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Arousal

by Lily May 09 2012

I’ve always had problems with arousal.

Or at least I’ve always believed I have.

I adore the sex I have, but I rarely feel the kind of anticipatory arousal — the I MUST HAVE SEX RIGHT NOW feeling before I have sex.

(I do have that I MUST HAVE SEX RIGHT NOW feeling.  It just always shows up when I’m alone, the little bastard. Okay, also sometimes when peoplewatching).

You read Emily Nagoski’s blog, right.  WHAT?! You don’t.  Oh, perrrrrv.  She’s fabulous!  She’s a health and sexuality educator who has, like, the most badass science of sex blog in the history of history.  Anyway, she says:

One of my earliest posts on the blog was about responsive desire, the phenomenon of not being really interested in sex until sex (or something sexy) has already started. It’s crucially important to understand this, since the mistaken belief that “desire” is “supposed” to be spontaneous – like, you’re walking down the street or having lunch and you go, “Hm! Sex please!” – can cause a person to believe that if they have responsive desire they’re BROKEN.

From another post on the topic, she writes:

“Responsive desire” is when motivation to have sex begins AFTER sexual behavior has started. As in, you’re doing something else when your partner comes over and starts kissin’ on ya, and you go, “Oh yeah! That’s a good idea!” Or you and your partner set aside Friday night as Sex Night, and then Sex Night gets here and you’re like, “Oh, Sex Night. But I’m so tired…” But you made a deal, so you get started… and before long you’ve forgotten you were tired.

Bingo.  So maybe the fact that I don’t experience that anticipatory arousal on a routine basis before I have sex isn’t really a problem at all.

But, you know me.

I always gotta have a new problem.

But pervs! This is a shiny new fun problem! I promise!

And I need your help.

Responsive desire happens after the sexy stuff has started, right?

Like foreplay.

This here is the problem: I hate foreplay.

No, really, I fucking hate it.  It just does nothing for me.

Now I’m talking about vanilla foreplay, here.  It may even actively turn me off; I’m so ticklish that a lot of the light touches that seem to go along with traditional foreplay are just aggravating.

So, how do I come up with foreplay that works FOR ME?

The objective here is to come up with a list of foreplay activities that might conceivably work for me and for Bryce, and then try them all.

For science, obvs.  And of course I’ll be thoroughly documenting the experiments and sharing my results with you, my fellow kinky mad scientists.

Criteria:

  • Should be physical.  (I have no problem imagining sexy stuff and/or watching porn before the Big Event).
  • Should not be too light or feathery (I am extremely ticklish, and the light touches just annoy me).
  • Should be something my partners might reasonably want to do.
  • Should be able to be accomplished in 20 minutes or so, but be enjoyable enough to both partners that they might want to go longer.

Okay, my kinky, freaky brain trust.  What ya got for me?

 

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Monday Note: Bad Bosses Edition

by Lily May 07 2012

Hey, pervs.

You need a hug?  I’m there for ya.

(Though in real life?  I’m often confused about whether we’re on Massachusetts Rules (handshake, no hugging, you hippie) or California Rules (total full-body soul-sibling hug with someone you’ve never met before) and end up with one of those weird awkward hugs where you’ve got a handshake squashed in between you).

So I was thinking about what to tell you this week, pervs, and I was drawing a blank.   I’m good with that, though, because you know what I’m a big fan of?

Icebreaker questions.

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Female Orgasm: Where do you get off?!

by Lily May 02 2012

This is a post about female orgasm.

So there.  (You can imagine me standing planted with my feet hip-width apart, hands on hips, wearing the hand-tooled leather boots I picked up in San Antonio.  You’re not that far off, whatever you may imagine).

Here’s the thing: a lot of us just aren’t willing to commit to having you do what it takes to get us off.

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Monday Note, April 30: Makeouts For Freedom!

by Lily Apr 30 2012

 

Hey, pervs.

You ever feel like you’re getting sucked under by a tidal wave of vanilla annoyances?

I mean, srsly. How’s a self-respecting pervert supposed to have the wild, hot, hanging from the ceiling with a riding crop in your teeth sex with all these pesky real-world concerns encroaching on the time and energy and overall swag needed to pull that off?

We object, pervs.

We object strenuously to this unconscionable intrusion of vanilla into our lives.

Time to protest! How? Makeout sessions!

YES! MAKEOUTS FOR FREEDOM!

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