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Objectification of men

Oh, the objectification of men. I hear the cries of sexism already. Men see male strippers in “Magic Mike,” shirtless photos of sexy male celebrities in Cosmo and 14 photos of hot guys who have great butts and proceed to cry about how they, too, experience discrimination on the same levels as women.  They immediately go up in arms about how they feel sexualized, how it’s not fair, and how if it’s not okay to objectify women, it shouldn’t be okay to objectify men either because that’s totally a double standard, and that’s totally why feminists are hypocritical bitches and blah, blah, blah. Well, I hate to silence straight white males again (I know you guys have been getting a lot of flak from me for merely existing lately), but until you live in a world in which your objectification leads to excessive victim-blaming, unwelcome catcalling, mortifyingly high rates of sexual assault and rape and having your value in society based exclusively on what you look like, I will continue to

Why am I so hung up on what I look like - Guest blogger Catherine

As a Gender and Sexuality Studies major at Tulane University in New Orleans, it came as no surprise to those who know me that I would be writing my senior thesis on nudism as a culture. What did add some shock value was my announcement that I would be conducting some of the research for this paper myself. Finding the perfect place, however, proved to be more difficult than I expected. Some places I had found in my initial research enticed their patrons by advertising that they had mirrors on the ceilings. Ideal, if I was looking for a swingers convention. Instead, I had chosen to conduct my research on a non-sexual, social nudist community in order to fill the gaping holes in academia where nudism is concerned. After months of careful research and maneuvering away from the less tasteful nudist communities around the United States, I found a perfect place to conduct my research. Toadally Natural Garden is a long way away from my home in California. This organic, 32 ac

Does Every Guy With A Big Dick Also Come With A Huge Ego? Do big dicks even really exist? Guest rant by: Sandra

As requested Jane here is my video of me.  I can assure you that real men, not just porn men do indeed come well hung. As you read this article we asked men and women real readers of this blog to send in pictures and videos of there big manhood.   But does every guy with a big dick come with a huge ugly ego?  It was a Wednesday morning in Manhattan. The sun was rising, and I was slowly trying to piece together what I had done the night before. Oh, that’s right. I had gotten drunk, then decided to hit up my fuck buddy for his perfect, perfect penis and good in bed techniques. He truly is the guy that's hot, with a big dick and good in bed. Want amazing orgasms - he's the guy. Want him to last forever - he's the guy.  As my eyes struggled to adjust to the light, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder and heard softer mumbling. “I have to go to work soon,” Kyle* said. “I know you have an extra hour to sleep in, but I need you out now. Enjoy!” He kissed me on the shoul

Full feeling with a dildo and a real cock

I Spent ages trying to come up with a fun title for this, and I just kept coming back to the most descriptive one: Full feeling with a dildo and a real cock. It's all I could think of.  Because a) that’s exactly what happened and b) it was one of the best things I have ever done. Ever. I’d like to say that double penetration with a dildo is a normal Saturday night in my house, but that would be downplaying the gravity and excitement of the situation. Last week, I finally managed to do something I’ve been wanting to do for years. You see I have had the real thing in my past and I wanted to try it again - without the other man.  Fill me up It started, as many things do, with porn. We were watching two women getting gleefully fucked by a whole bunch of guys. Grinning and wriggling as they tried to reach for as much cock as possible, craning their necks to suck one more, that kind of thing. The guys surrounding them, touching themselves eagerly – desperately – with