Archive for January, 2010
In Defense of The G-Spot:
Yes, Virginia, It Does Exist!
January 28th, 2010
Just Under the Roof of the Vaginal Cave Is The G-Spot
I’m not surprised when politicians, religious leaders, military chiefs, mafia bosses, corporate CEOs or media pundits make ignorant, misleading statements with great and somber certainty. But when people who call themselves “scientists” spout toxic stupidities with similar conviction, it is rather more unnerving. One current case in point: a team of British “scientists” at King’s College London claims to have determined “fairly conclusively” that the G-spot does not exist.
Even before I finished reading about Dr. Andrea Virginia Burri (I’m not kidding; that’s her given middle name) and Dr. Tim Spector’s “G-Spot: Fiction or Friction” study, my personal Malarkey Meter was careening off the charts. Burri and Spector’s study is ill-conceived, poorly analyzed, illogically interpreted and—dare I say—just plain wrong.
Nonetheless, that “scientist” label must have gotten to me because, the first chance I had, there I was, licking my middle finger and hooking it about an inch or so into my vagina in the “come here” gesture, pressing that sensitive, spongy, bean-shaped area on the anterior wall, just to make sure it hadn’t somehow vanished overnight. Then, before I could say “bogus findings,” I was enjoying a nice, pulsating G-spot orgasm. Well, at least there are some silver linings in this black cloud of bad science. Could we say that Burri and Spector’s anti-G-spot report stimulated my G-spot orgasm that day? Regardless, it was a case of friction, not fiction.
Dr. Burri Would Bury Our Hands in the Sand
How did Drs. Burri and Spector reach their snarky, international, headline-screaming conclusion that the G-spot is “probably a myth,” a “fiction” virtually forced upon innocent, G-spotless women by nefarious “magazines and sex therapists”? They did a survey of 1,804 British female twins aged 23-83 who answered questionnaires about whether or not they had G-spots. Or thought they had them. Or could find them. Or enjoy them. Or something. What a way to run a treasure hunt.
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EROS DAY IS COMING…
January 18th, 2010
Eros Day 2005: The Counter-Inaugural Ball with Big D as Eros & Leila Swan as Venus. Photo: Alex Filangieri
Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners, Artists and Exhibitionists, Voyeurs and Connoisseurs, Democrats and Republicans, Libertarians and Vegetarians, Eros Angels and Horny Little Devils…the time has come again…for us to come again! And this Saturday, we will come together yet again in our brand new space for our 11th annual celebration of Eros Day.
What, you may ask, is Eros Day? On Eros Day, we celebrate EROS, who is a great and powerful god, according to classical mythology, and a little cock-shaped planetoid, according to modern astronomy, as well as the Spirit of Eros, the feeling of love and lust within us. For a more elaborate description of the meaning, history and some of the sex stars of Eros Day, go to my 2007 Eros Day Bloggamy .
So, every year at this time, when the Planetoid Eros is closest to Earth, we celebrate Eros Day in a slightly different erotic way. Last year, we held a huge orgiastic Orgy for Obama, the Inaugural Ball with balls. This year, since we just moved into this new loft, things might be a bit “rough.” But you know, rough might not be so bad. In any case, our staff and lots of awesome volunteers are working their sexy butts off getting things ready, and fabulous porn stars, as well as Porn Klownz, dazzling Dommes and sexy subs are RSVPing, so you never know what might happen. This Eros Day could be your lucky night!
Make your reservations now – while we’ll still let you.
Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy at the Block Institute is the primary temple of Eros Day celebration. But people all over the world celebrate Eros Day in their own beds and around fireplaces, with lovers and friends. If you need a little inspiration for your Eros Day, you can enjoy amazing photos and streaming video from almost every Eros Day since 2000 when you JOIN BACKSTAGE.
Inside Both Heads of the Crotch Bomber
January 3rd, 2010
The Explosive Underpants of Allah's Panty Boy, the Crotch Bomber
Frustrated male sexuality fused with terror in the burned undies of the Crotch Bomber, a.k.a. the Underpants Bomber, a.k.a. the Weeniebomber, a.k.a. Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, a.k.a. Farouk1986. Many terror experts are trying to get “inside the head” of this privileged, 23-year-old Nigerian banker’s son who appears to have learned terror tactics from al-Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula as nonchalantly as he studied mechanical engineering at University College London, before boarding Northwest Airlines Flight 258 from Amsterdam to Detroit with deadly plastic explosives nestled right up against the Abdulmutallab family jewels.
As a sex therapist, I think it wise to try to get inside both heads of this young man, not just the one between his ears but the one between his legs, to look into the dirty underwear, so to speak, of the Panty Bomber who didn’t actually bomb anything, yet had enough PETN next to his junk to bring down a whole plane with all 278 passengers and 11 crew members.
In many ways, “Farouk1986,” as he called himself on the Gawaher Islamic Forums, was a typical, horny, young male virgin valiantly attempting to follow religious strictures that kept him from releasing his natural sexual tension in any acceptable way. Most orthodox versions of the world’s organized religions denounce sex before marriage as sinful. Though young people tend to be ready for the pleasures of sex long before they are prepared for the responsibilities of marriage, this is one of the bulwarks of “family values” and not to be disobeyed. Not only are observant, young, single males in the Christian, Jewish and Islamic faiths not allowed to have sex with anyone, they’re not supposed to masturbate either.
According to George Carlin, if God had intended us not to masturbate, (S)he would have made our arms shorter. But most priests, rabbis, ministers, ayatollahs and imams do not get that joke and do not tolerate their choir, yeshiva or madrassa boys “abusing themselves.”
Farouk1986’s religion is, of course, a “radical” form of Islam. That’s not to say the other religions are superior when it comes to being reasonable about sex; they’re just culturally different. But since we’re trying to get inside both heads of young Farouk1986, let’s examine what he was going through as he attempted to live the pure, asexual life of a modern, devout, unmarried, Muslim male.
