Turkish Oil Wrestling- A Simply Beautiful Explanation

Yagli Gures, oil wrestling, is the national sport of Turkey. Turkish Oil Wrestling was established as a sport during a campaign launched by the Orhan Gazi, the Ottoman sultan, to capture Rumeli (Thrace). At the place where he and forty warriors camped, they began wrestling for fun. The legend maintains that two of them wrestled for hours from morning until midnight, became exhausted, and died. They were buried under a fig tree, and when the soldiers visited the burial site years later, they noticed that springs had sprung up and named the place Kirkpinar (Forty Springs). Kirkpinar is in Edirne, which was the capital of the Ottoman Empire for 91 years and is the place of the most famous and important tournament of the year.



The application of oil makes it hard for the wrestlers to hold each other, but its original use is also rooted in religious and spiritual aspects. There is also the more practical belief that olive oil was used by the people in Anatolia on a daily basis to protect them from the ravages of mosquito bites, and the wrestlers simply wrestled with their bodies oiled.




The wrestlers, called “pehlivans” wear “kispets”, which are tight-fitted water buffalo or calf leather trunks that tie at the waist and extend to the knees. After slathering each other in an olive oil and water mixture, the pehlivans engage in a battle of strength and endurance. Each competitor is allowed to reach into his opponent’s kispets as a method to control him and attempt to win the match. The wrestler’s whose “umbilicus is exposed to heaven” first loses the match. In the Kirkpinar matches, until 1975, there was no time limit on the matches. Now, depending on the category, there is a 30-40 minute limit with extra time if no winner has been determined by the end of “regulation”.



From June 21st- 27th, 2010, the 649th tournament will take place in Edirne. The tournaments are veritable fairs with music, celebrations, belly dancing, and singing attended by locals, and the mayor. Even the President of Turkey makes an appearance at the time honored matches. There are over 1,000 participants and the winner of the main category, the “bas pehlivan” receives money, a horse, an ox, or other such prizes.

For more detailed history, information, and more photos go to www.turkishoilwrestling.net.

Yoni Jewelry? Priceless.

Continuing with my fascination with vulva imagery and replication in nature, I have also discovered a couple of artists who make yoni inspired jewelry. Granted I have not ordered any of their work yet, but I thought I would pass it along to anyone who might be interested.

A few years ago, a couple of my friends went to Rome and brought me back a penis pendant made of some sort of heavy-ass-iron-like metal. I found a thin leather band and started to wear it as a necklace because I liked it. I thought that it was designed well and I loved the boldness of it. A lot of people were absolutely horrified and disgusted that I would wear something so blatantly sexual around my neck which was shocking to me here in San Francisco. I wonder how they would've reacted to the pendants featured below? They would've mentally stoned me in the streets for sure, and probably would've thought that I should be lashed until I dropped.

Anyway, I appreciate what these artists have created, so here is the link info & some sample pictures. If any of y'all order one before I do, please let me know what you think of it's quality and design up close because I think they look great on the website:

http://www.etsy.com/shop/QuiteCntrary



You can also check out http://www.etsy.com/shop/VulvaLoveLovely

What's that Scent? Vulva.

Ah, the innovative Germans have done it again. Cars, weaponry, shaving products, oral care, coffee makers, and now their coup de grace: Perfume.

Perhaps in celebration of their Bundeskanzlerin, Angela Merkel- whose very female presence once inspired Bush the Younger to give the most embarrassingly uncomfortable shoulder rub in Western History- the scent scientists in the Fatherland have given us VULVA Original.

"VULVA Original is not a perfume. It is a beguiling vaginal scent which is purely a substance for your own smelling pleasure. Breathe in and enjoy, anytime..." according to their website info at smellmeand.com. The product is meant for arousal/masturbation, which is great, but it makes me wonder about women applying their own scent behind their ears to stimulate their men.

I wouldn't want my man sniffing on some, albeit chemically enhanced, scent of some other bitch. Maybe that's just my crazy ass. I have actually never applied my own Original to other parts of my body to entice, but it makes me want to. How about it ladies, anyone out there want to cop to doing it and share the results?

On a side note, one of the "concerns" is that it would be offensive to gay men and they would be grossed out. Really? While I haven't actually smelled it, I think that the power of suggestion probably really comes into play with this product. I mean, there could be a fragrance line called "Sweaty Ball Sac" with the exact same scent and straight men would be grossed out by the thought it, and if forced to smell it, they would probably react negatively.

Finally, You can see the VULVA commercial here. If you skip the commercial, you can go onto the website. WoW! Talk about the power of suggestion. Trust me, y'all, if you look at it enough, you won't need the product to assist you in your masturbatory indulgences. Enjoy!

Dude...???

Meet Balian Buschbaum, German pole vaulter, hottie, extraordinaire. Oh, and he used to be a female.

Our sexy-ass Balain was born Yvonne Buschbaum in 1980 and soared to new heights in pole vaulting before injury and the need to jump genders ended her career.

She decided to quit Yvonne because, "I feel as if I am a man and have to live my life in the body of a woman. I am aware of the fact that transsexuality is a fringe issue, and I do not want to be responsible for it remaining on the fringe."



Well, two years later, from the hormones and counseling rose this beautiful man. In a diary entry on his website stated, "Courage is the road to freedom. I woke up in complete freedom today. The sky is wide open."

I have to say congratulations to Balian for the having the courage to be who he needed to be on the outside as well as the inside. And on behalf of my eyes, I also say, "Thank you!"

Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Wade and Noah of Noah's Arc

Okay- I am always a day late and a dollar short in life. I am not the trendsetter that I fancy in my head, so it's not surprising that I just discovered the fabulousness that is Noah's Arc after it's been off the air for years.

I had heard of it, knew it was about 4 gay brothas, and loved that someone had finally done it, but I never had the chance to watch it until a few weeks ago. Logo finally got wise and cashed in on the "ethnics" who were watching the lead-in, RuPaul's Drag Race, and started re-running the 2 seasons.

I am not delusional, I know that there is some baaaddddd acting on that show, but it's endearing, and let's face it, there are some hotties on there. Love the fact that they actually showed man love, real relationships, and long, slow, deep, soft, wet, sexy kisses. But the clamp on the nipple, the lube on the condom- whatever you want to call it- is Wade and Noah. Those men are beautiful enough independently, but together? Breathtaking. It just makes my kitty yowl.

After watching the episodes in season 2, I made it my business to find some pictures of these beauties. Never mind work and deadlines, I was on a mission. And I succeeded.

You're welcome.

Flowers

During the summers when I was a kid, when I wasn't at the swimming pool, I loved to wander through the woods that surrounded my neighborhood. My neighbor would bring her dog, and she and I would spend hours roaming around. We would chat about the things that were so very important to 11 and 12 year old girls, and I would collect rocks. For some reason, I never really paid attention to the flora, but I would have pockets full of interesting rocks by summer's end.

I was never a big plant or flower person. My mother had plants around the porch and patio, and grew Elephant Ears in her tiny "garden". My sister and I liked to try to jump over the Elephant Ears when she wasn't paying attention, and the plants were nice enough, but I wasn't captivated. I think my disinterest orginated when she would make us water them, or drag us to those hot-ass-outdoor-Texas nurseries which always seemed to be located somewhere in BFE, about 2 minutes from the center of the sun.

Besides that, I always thought that flowers were too "girly". I mean they were pretty and smelled nice, but my interest in them was never genuine. Until recently. Until I finally noticed that, yes, they are very girly- and it's a truly beautiful thing about them. They so pure and yet sensual, erotic but yet nearly banal in their simplicity, that I have become completely fascinated.

The overt, blatant resemblance of certain blossoms to the human female anatomy screams for recognition and discussion. During my brief foray I have discovered painters that I didn't know, poets whose work I had never the pleasure, and photographers with amazingly clever eyes and lenses.

I have started working on a line of cards focusing on some of the photographs I have discovered, and I am sure I will yammering on about the topic, which most of you are probably well aware of, so be advised.

Here are a couple of shots of some of the more obvious flowers of which I speak. Enjoy.

Gloria Vanderbuilt Writes Erotica? Yep.

Gloria Vanderbuilt. Yes, she of the black denium jeans (it's a shame to call them jeans). Yes, the mother of the CNN silver fox Anderson Cooper. Yes, the octogenarian. Yes, that Gloria Vanderbuilt wrote an erotic novel last year, which was published by Ecco, called Obsession: An Erotic Tale. Who knew?

According to a New York Times article by Charles McGrath, the tale is rife with sexual scenes involving orgies, dildos, whips, silken cords, golden nipple clamps, hairbrushes for spanking, mint, cayenne pepper, fresh garden carrots, and a unicorn. We've much to learn from our elders, eh?

Having been married four times and having had affairs with men like Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra, and Howard Hughes, I would imagine that Ms. Vanderbuilt's got a trick or two in her nightstand drawer. And I say that with nothing but sheer admiration.

I love the fact that a woman in her 80s has written a book that allows us to see that sexual desire and fantasties don't automatically diminish simply because a person gets older. Sex is a lifelong celebration and pleasure, and I applaud the fact the she is bold enough and comfortable enough to write about it.

Ever since I became a devotee of the show Golden Girls at a very young age, I have been a huge proponent of sexual expression being discussed and explored by post-menopausal women. By seeing and reading about it, it serves to dispel the erroneous notion that most of us have about sex among older people being boring or non-existent.

Big ups to Gloria- and I look forward to reading her first foray into the world of erotica. I would also love to hear from anyone who has had the chance to read her tale.

And for my fellow fans of the Golden Girls who also happen to like porn, I found this tidbit on the internet today, Not sure if it's real or not, but I wouldn't be surprised:

A Leftover From April Fools?

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Nature is Sexy

I found these pictures on the Internet- you have probably seen them before or some like them- but I like them because I feel it reminds us that we see our images in nature because we are a part of nature. It's so simple, natural, and beautiful to me-but it also makes me giggle like I did when I was a child and heard a word I knew was a "no-no word" or saw something unexpectedly "naughty".