Archive for the ‘Sex’ Category
Did FZ see it coming all those years ago? The G-Shot:
By 4 p.m. she sat inside Dr. Justin Salerno’s office, readying to become the surgeon’s first patient to receive an injection called a G-Shot, also known as G-spot Amplification. With a 3 1/2-inch needle, Salerno pumped a small dose of collagen into his patient’s Grafenberg Spot and made it swell to the size of a quarter.
One of the most dangerous ways homosexuality invades family life is through popular music. Parents should keep careful watch over their children’s listening habits, especially in this Internet Age of MP3 piracy.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Yourself?
“Brad Miller even spent your tax dollars to pay teenage girls to watch pornographic movies with probes connected to their genitalia.” How’s that for a congressional campaign ad? Oh, and let’s not forget the Mariachi’s. Way to go, Vern!
In what must surely be one of the summer’s more bizarre events, hundreds of people are expected to gather in a hall in central London on August 5 to pleasure themselves in aid of charity.
… and what’s more:
Prizes will be on offer for those who clock up the most orgasms and those who can masturbate the longest – the current record, according to the organisers, is a chafing eight-and-a-half hours.
I believe a Woody Allen quote is in order: “Don’t knock masturbation — it’s sex with someone I love.”
An obese barefooted elderly man dressed like a mid-70s Barry Manilow, holding a stray dog and throwing around confetti while contemplating a possibly sexual relationship with a goodlooking yet otherwise blissfully ignorant chick. Cha Cha!
A scientific study into the effect of pr0n on male fertility, at last!
“Gentleman, would you like to know how to improve the potency of your semen? Do you need a good excuse to give your significant other when she catches you browsing porn sites? Do you want another excuse to sneer at those pompous business types who flaunt their fancy cell phones? Here’s the study for you.“
Norah Vincent spent 18 months disguised as a man, mingling with the opposite sex. And then wrote a book about it. A funny read, I’m sure:
One night Jim was talking about his plans for a ski trip. He wanted to find a location that had good skiing, but he also wanted some lively nightlife. “I’d like to find a place that has a good titty bar,” he said. Bob chimed in, “Yeah. Count me in on that. I’m definitely up for that.”
Someone from the University of Maryland has way too much time on his/her hands. The enquiring mind wants to know:
Well my guess is as good as yours Maryland person, but I bet you it’s a prehistoric thing.
The most outrageous (and queerest) record label of the 60s: Camp Records.
An amusing characteristic of the records they issued was the “label numbers” they gave them. Almost all of them are tongue-in-cheek gay references, if the letters and numbers are read individually. For example, ICUR1-2 becomes “I see you are one, too” or variations of that, along with 2B8 I believe being “to be ate.” “45CC” for the single “Spanish Bar Fly” is likely referring to “45, Si, Si,” and “OUR 2-2″ could be “our tutu.”
Everything You Don’t Want to Know About Your Kid’s Sex Life: “As you’ll see, the high schoolers and the parents live on fairly different planets.”