Originally reported by the Dailymail.co, The British designer store, Debenhams, recently researched who buys men’s underwear. What they found reveals a bit more about relationship trends that just who controls the wallet.
Men only buy their own underwear for seventeen years of their lives. This responsibility is relegated to mothers and wives the rest of the time. Read the rest of this entry »
After some serious thought and input from a few close male friends, I formed this list of five common turn-offs for men. Disclaimer: this is not the TOP five, but merely five things women do or possess that are complete and utter turn-offs. I also suggest that female readers ask your well-kept and clean male friends their opinion on if you can check yourself off this list.
At my former job I met a man I’ll call Scott. Scott came in multiple times to specifically seek my advice and stayed roughly an hour each visit. We talked about each others’ lives, specifically love and sex; I like to think these subjects are my forte and I talk about them with most everyone. The majority of the the conversations were about his ex and recent dates he went on. Once, when it was time for Scott to leave, I was on my way out for lunch. As we walked out together I said, “You know I don’t have that many good guy friends that I can chat with around here. We should be friends.”
He shot me a curious smile and gave me his phone number. We occasionally shot each other a text about our bad experiences with Verizon and the like, but then things went in a direction I wasn’t expecting.
Via text he asked, “What do you want?”
I laughed and said, “Well nothing. You know I’m not single, right?” I figured Facebook would have given him that answer.
“I’m not looking for anything serious,” he wrote. “You’re a cool girl and all, but I’m not looking for anything ’serious’ with you.”
I could not believe what I was hearing. I legitimately thought he wanted to be my friend, but in the end he just wanted to fuck. I ended communication with Scott immediately and called a close male friend to vent.
As naive as it sounds, I have never been asked out-right to be a friend-with-benefits. Don’t get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with that, but I honestly did not think he had an ulterior motive. I was very, very wrong.
This got me thinking of other scenarios with male “friends.” Two of my close male friends have told me that we couldn’t be friends or talk as much, because of trust issues with their partners. When did I cross a line where it’s not OK to be friends with males, especially if they are in a relationships?
I have always had more male than female friends and am confused as to why this relationship seems taboo to many. I can understand how a girlfriend would get jealous if I had slept with or dated these male friends, but otherwise I’m lost. The worst part is that I have been friends with one guy long before he met his recent beau, so why should I have to give him up as a friend?
My boyfriend and I have an exponential amount of trust for one another and I think this is what is lacking in couples that “forbid” their partner to have friends of the opposite sex. I feel that if you do not have friends of the opposite sex for fear of what will happen in your own relationship, you are missing out on some major life experiences, and I don’t mean sexually.
Why am I just now learning this unspoken rule? After some thought I think I have found a solution: the friend needs to meet the partner in order to convey a sense of trust and to prove that he/she has no ulterior motives. But is the rule only applicable to people in marriages or relationships? What about single people? I need some perspective on this one? What do you all think?
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I’ve been in a few bedrooms over the years and I’m always amazed by the sounds that come out of overly excited sex partners, either with me or in the bed next to me. Everyone responds differently to sex, orgasm, and excitement, but how much of that noise is genuine and how much is put on for show?
I am not an overly noisy person during sex. I don’t really talk loudly about the dirty deeds I want you to do to me. You could say I am more of a sexual whisperer. If you were having sex with me you might experience my hot breath in your ear, whispering whatever comes to mind in my sexiest voice. Although, sometimes I find myself being just silly in bed and clowning around during sex. Unfortunately this might be at your expense — sorry. But, if you’re lucky enough to hear me raise my voice a bit, grind out a few words in a deep tone, you are probably hurting me, and well, at the moment it might be a good thing. Read the rest of this entry »
The internal prostate massage is one of the most sexually stimulating practices you can do for a man, and it’s healthy. I started milking the prostate a few years ago after reading some literature on the subject. It was more than difficult getting my then 46-year-old husband to try it, but once I did he enjoyed it.
Milking keeps the blood moving and releases seminal fluid. Some men aren’t into having anything in their anus, so a perineum massage can also be stimulating as well. The perineum is a small, smooth patch of skin located between the testicles and the anus. By pressing down on this area, not too hard, this will indirectly stimulate the prostate. I usually use this technique when I’m masturbating my husband. Again, I enjoy using ky-warming gel and it drives him nuts. Read the rest of this entry »
Ryan Reynolds has signed on to play Green Lantern for DC’s upcoming live-action adaptation of the same name — and while he may play the same character in every film, so do his abs. Wolverine has been played in four separate films by Hugh Jackman and his pecs.
Before Christan Bale’s mouth was crippling franchises like Terminator, he saved another with Batman Begins. Ex-model James Marsden played X-Man Cyclops.
Robert Downey, Jr. regained heartthrob status as Iron Man, Tobey Maguire showed what a gym could do with Spider-Man, and Nicholas Cage played Ghost Rider.
(Okay, ignore that last part.)
The point is: there’s a reason actors like Danny DeVito play the supervillain. Sex sells. In any genre and in any medium. Just look at our Most Popular blogs. (You probably already did.)
I would like to point out that I don’t think any of the following characters are real. I don’t think I could date them and I don’t think they’re better looking than any real human being, except for Nicholas Cage.
But, if only for art’s sake, take a look at mainstream comic book’s Top 10 Hottest Men: Read the rest of this entry »
I’m a firm believer that Sundays should be no more academic than the New York Times Magazine. Enjoy your day of rest with this steamy pile of sex news.
Watch yourself, Grandpa: A new study to be published in the Journal of Clinical Endocrinology & Metabolism found that sex hormone levels affect the risk of broken bones in older men. The study measured the sex hormone levels of 1,436 men aged 65 and older for a period of five years. Researchers found that men with low levels of estradiol*, or high levels of sex hormone binding globulin (SHBG)^, were more likely to suffer ostoporotic fractures. Men with low levels of testosterone and estradiol combined with high levels of SHBG were three times as likely to break a bone than men with average sex hormones. Read the rest of this entry »
You may know some of the more “traditional” forms of fetishes like bondage, toe sucking, and dress up, but there are as many fetishes as there are personality types. While some are more public with their desires, deep down I think we all have our own little fetishes. Below is a list of some of the fetishes you may not be so familiar with.
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In a recent study of 445 Ugandan women whose sexual partners were recently circumcised, 40% reported improvements in their sex lives, 57% claimed no change, and 3% said their sex lives suffered. The reasons these women gave for how sex improved may surprise you: better hygiene, it took longer for men to climax, and their partners wanted more frequent sex. Read the rest of this entry »
Last week I encountered my first call girl, “Broadway Mary,” when I stopped to ask for directions. Mary claimed she was in Ybor City on “business” that had fallen through; she asked for a ride home. She was reasonably attractive, and I was completely lost, so I complied.
For those who don’t know me, my head is always in the gutter; hell I rent out the sewer! I’m blunt when it comes to sex and relationships! Lately I’ve been dealing with all my girlfriends’ drama and issues, but I’ve become aggravated when they don’t listen. To save me many hours spent half-listening to girlfriends cry into their phones over ruined relationships while shoveling comfort foods, I’ve decided to catalog my dating advice for you to flip through at will. Think of it as an encyclopedia for dealing with and dating men.
For my first entree I tackle the problem of asking your man stupid questions about your appearance.
What’s the buzz on the latest issues in the Green Community? Check out what you may have missed this past week:
Reconstructing a historic bat tower in Temple Terrace and how to build your own bat roost- Grant Rimbey investigates efforts in Temple Terrace to reconstruct an historic tower for bats, discusses a large community bat roost he designed for the Florida Bat Conservancy, and tells how you can purchase (or build) your own bat roost for your yard.
Summer Solstice: A brief history- Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, occurs this Sunday- June 21st. Here are a few facts you might not have known about it, from Linda Taylor.
Organics: How to eat well without breaking your budget- With the increase of demand over organic food in the last ten years you would think that a wide range of these products would be easily accessible. Here’s some some advice from Kelly Rothwell on purchasing healthy, organic food in this region without breaking your budget.
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That was one question I asked myself after an incident a few years ago. I met a man in his mid 30s at a bar in South Tampa. He was a well-dressed Italian man with a nice athletic build. We exchanged numbers and that was that. I left the bar and forgot about even giving my number away.
The following week I get a text asking to hang out. I figured what the hell, I’m the adventurous type — why not see what happens. I was a little bit horny anyway, but figured I could probably control myself.
I get over to his place, played with his cute little dog, watched some baseball, and sipped a cran and vodka. We both got a few drinks in us.
Read below the jump for the rest [probably NSFW]:
Recently, I received an email from a local filmmaker, Arlen Slobodow of Public Media Productions, asking me to take a look at a 17-minute video he just completed on public health and the environmental consequences of air pollution in the Tampa Bay area. Because I am such a supporter of local independent media production, things that inspire action for the public good, and combating big polluters, I thought I’d share it. Also, be sure to check out my interview with the film’s writer/director/producer, Arlen Slobodow, in my next post.
Video after the jump
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You thought the first date went off well, but for some reason you are now suffering “Mr. Telephone Man” syndrome.
Below are ten reasons (five general, and five of my own) that might explain why you are striking out. Note: These are meant to apply to men and women because we’re all guilty of striking out.
5) You’re a poser and it shows.
Pretending to like something in order to hook up with someone almost never works. Somewhere in the conversation, you will tell that jazz lover you’ve been hitting up, how much you love Cab Calloways’s sax playing. The other person will respond by either rolling their eyes and walking away or outright calling you a lying prat. Not to mention, pretending to like something when you actually hate it means you will be spending hours doing something you dislike. Better to be up front about not liking whatever it is that s/he is into and focus on what you are into. If it turns out that the attraction does not go beyond physical, you have two options: a) work with it, or, b) move on.
Moral: Be yourself and find someone who likes you as a person. Read the rest of this entry »
Have you ever heard the Vietnam-era quote, “war is not healthy for children and other living things?”
It is a staunchly obvious and painstakingly reasonable appeal that cuts to the ethical core and casualties of war. I read an article this week that reminded me of it, but instead of war, the murderous culprit in this story is climate change.
A new report by the Global Humanitarian Forum (GHF) says that global warming already kills about 300,000 people a year. If that projection is not startling enough– or if you have more of an economic mind, and are not much swayed by stacks of human figures—the report also says that climate change costs around $125 billion in economic losses annually.
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His nerves danced like flames. “Where was she?” he thought. It had been quite a few minutes since she excused herself to the bathroom to put some clothes on before they….well before they whatever. He had no idea what to expect and questioned himself whether he was dong the right thing at all. “What the hell are you afraid of?” he kept repeating in his head, not that his brain was listening. He almost stood up and slipped out quietly into the night, but the thought of being rude quelled his innocent anxiety. All at once his racing thoughts were suddenly cut silent as the bathroom door finally opened.
Last week I decided to rant about women and their hair down there. While I got many great responses from both men AND women about it, a ringing in my head got me thinking that it wasn’t fair to pick on just the ladies. Men, we’re fair game too….and to be quite honest, I feel bad for women because we are rather disgusting creatures for the most part, especially when it comes to our grooming habits! Read the rest of this entry »
What is it about immortal blood sucking broodaholics that makes women swoon? Is it the danger? Is it the biting? Because trust me girls, I can nibble your neck and I’ve been known to walk fast with a pair of scissors in my hand. Or perhaps it’s something unattainable to us, the meek mortal man.
Vampire stories such as Twilight and True Blood are currently the hottest things on the market from books, to film/TV and even sex toys. What gives? The thought of having my blood removed from the warmth of my veins does not get me wild in the pants. But the ladies, the ladies do love their undead bad boys. They want to be taken to the edge and peer over the side. It drives their juices and makes their heart feel a new sense of life. The thought that you could be laying with your lover and in the throes of passion and he could take your life must be a mighty intoxicant. But give me a shot of tequila over a chalice of blood any day.
Edward Cullen does have quite a few more desirable qualities than say Count Dracula. For one he doesn’t consistently look like he’s heading to the opera. He’s a moody, anti-social, and more Abercrombie than Hot Topic. And you’d being lying if you couldn’t admit those eyes are DREAMY. Read the rest of this entry »
If you are anything like the master of sexual disaster, Rabid Nick, your boob tube was on 24 watching Jack Bauer kick ass last night. However, undoubtedly many of you were watching terror threats of a different variety: the premiere of the latest season of The Bachelorette. Having been jilted on a previous season of The Bachelor, Jillian Harris has not given up on finding her knight in prime time television armor. Her claim to fame is that she can figure out a man simply by analyzing the toppings he puts on his hot dogs. Wow. Don’t worry, if you watched, none of us will judge you for being vapid.
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I got thrown for a loop the other night. I was sought out; someone wanted to turn in his fuck-buddy application. I was reluctant at first. He’s not my normal type of applicant. He’s not my normal type of anything. That’s what makes him so unique and alluring.
I went to meet him with the idea of swapping ideas, not body fluids. We’re colleagues and thought we could stimulate some creative juices–and stimulating juices is exactly what happened. Read the rest of this entry »
Love isn’t the most sensible of emotions. I’d go so far as to say that love is the mentally handicapped cousin of reason. There’s just something about being in a relationship that causes you to ask stupid questions you don’t want to know the answers to.
“Were you thinking of Mathew McConaughey the last time we had sex?”
“How big is my junk compared to the other guys you’ve been with?”
“Have I put on weight?” Read the rest of this entry »
As the hunt for my next fuck-buddy continues, I’ve expanded my search parameters and raised my age limit. At least I tried to.
When I was younger I vowed I wouldn’t date anyone more than eight years older than me, but as I grew up, my lovers and boyfriends got progressively younger. To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about dating older men until the other night. Read the rest of this entry »
Like Clay Aiken, except, you know, cool.
Sex and American Idol may not be synonymous, but this year things are a little different. Enigmatic performer Adam Lambert is very close to taking the crown. But sadly it seems many people aren’t as focused on his talent as they are on whether he’ll wear it as king…or queen.
Is your Kitty Purry? Video after the break
Pandemic? We don’t need no stinkin’ pandemic. The world might be in a state of blinding fear but you wouldn’t know it by looking at the faces in the crowd at Katy Perry’s bay area appearance on 4/28. The Rabid one was a part of the wily crowd and has to say, sex was flowing in the air and it had a palpable taste.
She kissed a girl and hell yeah she liked it. Her pseudo lesbian moment brought the people out en mass to Jannus Landing in St. Petersburg. Ok, I know what you’re thinking, “who cares about pop music’s current female sensation?” But a quick study of the mostly estrogen fueled audience yields fascinating results. Read the rest of this entry »
Craigslist personals ads are clearly the future of mating. Admit it, some of those cell phone shots of dudes 
spreading their cheeks in the mirror are of you. Being the virtually promiscuous young man that I am, I not only browse the personals for my own entertainment, I post absurd ads under the “Casual Encounters” section to see if anyone will respond. No matter how strange or perverse the post, my email inbox always fills up.
Yesterday I was feeling rather feminine, and decided to pose as a forty-seven year-old woman with a somewhat normal fetish, at least for Craigslist standards. Below is the actual ad, followed by the best of the over one hundred and twenty-five responses it received.
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tampa bay area craigslist > casual encounters
Fill my vagina – w4mm – 47
My vagina feels empty. I want it to be filled. I don’t want to have sex, but I want it to be filled. You can put anything in my vagina. The choice is yours. I will lay on my bed and spread my legs. I’ll leave the door open. You casually creep in and insert your offering into my vagina. I’ll be doing this all day Sunday. Just come in and stuff my vagina with whatever you have. I want my vagina to be filled to the brim with glorious things (but not penises sorry). You can jack off too me if you want or bring a partner. I will be getting stuffed all day. Please avoid using sharp or very harmful metal objects. Other than that, you can put whatever you want in me. Stuff me! Read the rest of this entry »
It’s Friday Night and I’m at home waiting on my date. Since I’m still waiting, I assume I scared him off. This has been happening more often. Maybe I’m getting too aggressive. I’ve been assertive with men my entire life. I was under the impression that society had changed and it was ok for a woman to talk about sex without being a whore. Besides, he started it. He contacted me online and since I’m a flirt, I couldn’t resist.
His online photos were so fucking hot my eyes burned just looking at them. Clearly defined upper body with dark hair and light eyes. I’ll do dirty, nasty things for a man with dark hair and light eyes. I was excited from the start. I wanted to see where this would go. Hopefully straight to the bedroom. This is how it started, straight from the internet chat box:
“Hi there sexy, love your smile and pics,” he wrote. Read the rest of this entry »
I have a lot of respect for what they’re trying to do at EHarmony, but apparently my personality profile only matches me with true creepers. Sometimes I feel like the site is linking a suitable victim, me, with potential serial killers, like Jeremy.
Like everyone I meet online, Jeremy seemed normal at first. He had a sense of humor that didn’t involve the words ‘penis’ or ‘fart’, which in the world of online dating is a true achievement. He was doing really great things with his life, and I respected his profession. We moved through the EHarmony communication hoops quickly and he asked if we could start IMing.
The first thing I notice when he IMed me was his icon was, well, a picture of himself. I think this is a growing trend, to give yourself iconic status with a small half-inch-by-half-inch wink in the window of the message. I think this because they don’t want women to forget who they are. His picture is bordering on ostentatious but I figure it could be a joke, right? The black argile sweater with white collared shirt underneath, the shrink glasses, the thoughtful turned-to-the-side-slightly-hand-under-chin pose.
There are men in this world that should come with a warning label. These men come in variations forms, but my personal favorite is the kind who is smart to appear sane through the witty anecdotes and half-truths he 
posts online.
Recently I met a man named Ben on match.com who suckered me in. 28, single, in school for an elevated sounding degree, he was perfect, at least his description of himself was perfect. But Ben is a dangerous type of man. He’s a witty, science nerd, terribly handsome, with a subtle hint of brokenness that gives him a mysterious air. He is a man who’s got a sob story to tell and I’m a woman who likes a broken man I can fix.
But he won’t hit you with the violins and fake tears yet. No, he flatters you and your charm and wonders why you’re single. He tells you that there isn’t any way he’d let a wonderful woman like you pass him by – if we lived in the same area. Yes, charmers like this always live at least a state away. But what does distance matter to true love. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m cursed with the inability to meet a man, well, in person. I’m that girl in the corner of the coffee shop with 
her nose in a book. I’m not the sassy temptress that men usually talk to. So this leaves me with two options: 1) Buy a cat and hope someone, someday, bothers to talk to me – or – 2) the internet. I’ve been on the ‘net trying to find love since I turned 18.
But this isn’t why I’m mad.
That’s right: my lack of personal skill and the fact that men will never be terribly interested in me without having to first read my profile – that (surprisingly) doesn’t bother me (anymore).
So what’s pissed me off? Well that’s easy: I got dumped the day before Valentine’s Day, on Instant Messenger.
I’m told there are fewer shitty things a guy can do to a girl other than dumping her right before a special event. But, even in the books of men, it takes a true rare form of douche-bag to dump a girl before the most romantic day of the year. Read the rest of this entry »
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