Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Warm Off the Press: Weird Sex'al Tales of Yore
Sunday, November 6, 2011
MTV Strikes Again in the Friendzone
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Disgusting + Hilarious= Sex with an Ass (And no, it’s not a excerpt from my journal)
Some things you just can't find in a Lonely Planet travel guide. Here's one of those things: In the Zimbabwe town of Zvishavane exists the wrong stuff that when snorted or smoked causes your brain to seep out the kind of fuckery-coated hallucinations that not even Alan Ball could dream up. That is one of my only explanations for why this happened.
The Sun (of course) reports that a 28-year-old nasty ass fucker named Sunday Moyo (quick side whisper: that's a really good drag name) was arrested on Monday in Zvishavane after he was caught doing a donkey the way no bitch should do a donkey without getting permission from said donkey first. The police found Sunday performing a sex act on the donkey who was lying on the floor while tied to a tree. Earth to PETA, stop photographing F-list titties and get on this. Shit.
Sunday was charged with bestiality and the court ordered him to undergo a psychiatric evaluation. Why must his head be analyzed by mental health professionals, you ask? Well, first of all, he raped a donkey. Second of all, the power of crazy was with him in full force when he told the court the reason for why he fucked a donkey:
"Your worship, I only came to know that I was being intimate with a donkey when I got arrested.
I had hired a prostitute and paid US$20 for the service at Down Town nightclub, and I don't know how she then became a donkey. I think I am also a donkey. I do not know what happened when I left the bar, but I am seriously in love with the donkey."
Why do I have a feeling that this same speech came out of Brenda Song's mouth when her mother asked her why she was marrying Trace Cyrus?
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Sofia Vergara
I know that most people reading this could give a fcuk about words and just want to get to the photos, and I get it. However, you should know few things about this beautiful woman in case you're ever on Jeopardy or someone holds a gun to your head: She's 39, was born in Columbia, has a 19-year-old son (talk about a MILF!), almost graduated from dental school, was discovered walking on a beach in Columbia, she's 5"7, she's a cancer survivor, an entrepreneur, and in 2008 Vergara was 62 on Maxim magazine's "Hot 100" list. There, that wasn't too painful was it? Now you can see the pics of the all the lovely that is Ms. Sofia Vergara.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Air Guitar Goes NC-17
What the crap is it? Glad you asked. Invented in Japan (shocking) in 2006 by a group of bored men without girlfriends (even more shocking), Air Sex is a competitive performance activity where clothed men and women simulate various sexual activities in front of an audience and judges. The phenom grew quickly in Japan after being reported in Japanese magazine, Weekly Playboy. It was introduced to the West when it was picked up by an English language website, but it wasn’t until after a BBC documentary and a couple of YouTube videos later that it officially became a thang in America.
In 2007, The Alamo Drafthouse in Austin, Texas began holding bi-monthly Air Sex competitions. In 2009, they toured the country with comedian Chris Trew, who acted as the host. After picking winners in each of the 14 cities they visited, they invited the sex simulators back to Austin for the Air Sex Championship.
According to the airsexworld.com website, there are only a few rules for the competitors:
1. Consextants (my word) have about 2 minutes to perform their routine.
2. Consexulators (my word as well) must perform to music.
3. Don’t come for real (dat's da rules).
Seriously, that’s the 3rd rule. Since some of the Air Sex venues serve food, all orgasms have to be simulated (“…but, I didn’t ask for Ranch on the side…” Sorry, I’ll stop. I just grossed myself out). And, no, you cannot be naked since the venues also tend to serve booze. They didn’t mention who determines or examines for evidence, but I presume and hope it’s not the waiters in said venues.
Trew also says on their website about what to expect if you’ve never been to an Air Sex show before:
“Here’s what you need to know: it’s a lot like Air Guitar, but instead of rocking out with an imaginary guitar, you’re making sweet and/or filthy love with an imaginary sex partner. You choose a clip of music, you show up in whatever sort of wardrobe you like, and you come up on stage and show everyone how you do it. Or how you wish you could do it. Or how you once had it done to you, and oh my god was that a bad idea and while it’s embarrassing to show that act to a room of strangers, you know that you need to do it now in order to make sure that no one else falls down the same rabbit hole you got stuck inside. Or, you know, just do it however you want.”
So, boys and girls, they are still doing Air Sex competitions. In fact, I failed to mention that the 2009 Grand Champion was Shanghai Slammer from LA ;
& the 2010 Champ was Deep Southern Fried Sex (can it get any sexier?).
The 2011 Championship will be held in Austin on December 3rd @ Highball. If you’re in the area and want to see images like these come to life... (You know they are hella funny & your ass will either love it, have a great story to tell, or both!)
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Henry Cavill
Henry's first role was in the Count of Monte Cristo (2002), after which he continued on with some television works that I had never heard of and some supporting work in movies throughout the early 2000s. I am being blase about these roles and parts because, as you can see from these pictures, this cat is rather like a chameleon and if you weren't looking for his ass in any of the nonchalantly aforementioned, you probably would've missed him. Henry's big break- or rather, the point that bitches all over America hit pause on their DVRs & asked all at once, "Who IS that?"- came in 2007 with Showtime's The Tudors. Cavill made everyone's special area glisten for three years as we watched him play the part of Charles Brandon, 1st Duke of Suffolk.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Russian (Raggedy Anya) Dolls: What I Learned from Trashy Television
It truly was JS without so many obviously drunken antics, but they got down with hella doses of straight up crazy: Women going on 2 dates and calling dudes their “boyfriends” and wanting them to meet their parents, chicks dating dudes who get tattoos that read, “I won’t kill you, but I will watch you die”, and bitches who scream and lose their minds at beauty parlors when their cheap ass weaves, that Mattel wouldn’t put on a Barbie Loves Beauty Styling Head, don’t fluff and style the way they want. It’s a crazy deeper than Lake Baikal, truer than the cold of Siberia, and more addictive than vodka. These nuts work that Russian stereotype down to their furs and their rampant gossip. Loves it!
But my favorite part was the confessional, when they talked to one of the cast members, Eddie, and his best friend (read: They met at the auditions and got along), Albert. These fools obviously have a good, humorous rapport and Lifetime worked that. At one point, though, through all their eighth- grade observations and ridiculously chauvinistic, bullshit musings, these douche buckets actually say something that bears repeating- which goes to show everyone has value to someone at some point.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Mehcad Brooks
This gorgeous Scorpio, the son of former NFL Wide Receiver Billy Brooks, was born in Austin, TX October 25, 1980. ("Why are Texas Scorpios always so sexy?" I ask myself every time I look in the mirror. I kid.) After graduating from LC Anderson High School & turning down basketball scholarships and offers from Ivy League schools, Brooks attended the University of Southern California's School of Cinema-Television. After leaving USC to pursue an acting career, Brooks' early work included being a Calvin Klein underwear model. (Yes!)
Mehcad is not married, but he has been dating Breakout Kings actress Serinda Swan for years. Blogossips have hinted that there is something going on with Brooks and Elisabetta Canalis, George Clooney's old piece, after they were spotted having dinner in LA recently. Let's hope that Brooks isn't putting the "cad" in Mehcad.
Here he is not letting anything come between him and his Calvins.
You're welcome!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Heritier O'Brien
This almost 6"2, 208lb medium defender has played Australian League Football for the Collingwood Magpies since 2004. Born in Rio de Janeiro to a Brazilian mother and a Congolese father on November 15, 1986, O'Brien has the distinction of being the first Brazilian-born player in the AFL.
Now most of you, like me, are thinking, "How in the name of Jor-EL does a Brazilian-Congolese have an Irish surname?" (here I go again with the Irish...) When he was three-years-old, Harry and family moved to Western Australia where he was raised with his Irish-Australian stepfather, Ralph O'Brien. Ralph accepted him and treated Harry like his real son so much so, Harry didn't know until he was 19 that Ralph wasn't his birth father. Sadly, in 2009, Ralph took his own life. An avid internet user, Harry has amazed fans and foes alike with his honesty and candor about this intensely painful and personal tragedy.
Harry is also known for social consciousness, actively advocating for various causes throughout Australia and Africa. His worldview and willingness to speak of that as well is nothing short of inspiring (to me anyway). Meditation, music, ice-filled baths, and a thinking chair a la Einstein are just some of unexpected passions of this footballer. He's like a younger, Aussie David James (see June 2010 Hot with a Chance of Sexy)- and that is a total compliment.
Harry most recently (or rather, most famously) dated Faustina "Fuzzy" Agolley- a familiar face on Aussie television as host of various shows including "Video Hits" which was cancelled early in 2011. The two have since split and if I weren't old enough to be his mother's hot single friend, I would be down in Australia looking for his ass in the daytime with a flashlight.
Cheers!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Peter Dinklage
In case you don't watch award shows or spend your valuable time wasting away on celebrity web and blog sites like I do, you might not know the name of the gentleman to the left. Yeah, you know you saw him in Elf, the Station Agent, and on television shows like Entourage or 30 Rock- but you can't remember his name: It's Peter Dinklage.
This sexy-ass 2011 Emmy award winning actor (Outstanding Supporting actor in a Drama Series for his brilliant portrayal of Tyrion Lannister on HBO's Game of Thrones series), was born on June 11, 1969 in Morrison, New Jersey. Peter's parents and older brother are all of average height, but he was born with Achondroplasia, which is a disorder of bone growth that causes dwarfism.
Peter Dinklage, with his dark broodingly sexy looks is of German and Irish descent (what the hell is up with me and Irish boys?). He has been married to his theatre director wife, Erica Schmidt, since 2005. They are expecting their first child later this year.
I still love this scene from Elf, so I thought I would share it as well:
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Erotica vs Porn
Because it was advertised in that way, I decided to check it out. While some of the shorts were indeed enjoyable, for the most part, I felt like I was just watching porn. Not that there's anything wrong with "just watching porn", I think that I let my own interpretations, expectations, and my own bias (female director) get the best of me. And it made me stop and think afterward: What is the difference between erotica and porn?
Of course the differences are completely subjective. One person's exciting erotic art is another person's visual Nyquil and it will quickly knock out your yes-yes area and put your ass to sleep.
One popular quip is that the difference between porn and erotica is the lighting. I personally like to think that the difference, in its broadest, most base heterosexual sense is that erotica is what straight men see and say, "No dude would ever do that." Porn is what straight women see and say, "No woman would ever do that."
Obviously the differences run much deeper. Violet Blue, an author and a sex columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle, says it pretty well (to me):
Porn is something that is a graphic sexual image that conjures up an animalistic reaction in you. You like it or you don't. Erotica also is graphic sexual imagery, but it has an extra component or several extra components that resonate with the viewer- be it artistic, be it passionate, be it something the emotionally engages you, be it something that parlays into a fantasy that you have about sexuality or the way that you relate to the people on the screen.That relating "to people on the screen" is a huge thing for me. I can remember back in the day watching porn with a churning stomach seeing men who were just genetic disasters except for their large penises, and thinking that it was impossible to be turned on watching these wildebeests rut. The very idea of porn became a turn-off for me because of that and the non-existent story lines. At some point I, like many other women, discovered gay porn. Although the story lines weren't much better, at least the "actors" were hot.
These days, according to Steve Hirsch, the CEO of Vivid Entertainment- the world's largest adult film studio- 30 to 40 percent of the porn market is female; and Vivid and other studios are trying to make (heterosexual) porn more appealing to women. And although he didn't mention better looking males, he did say that there's more foreplay and tease involved, as well as story lines.
So I put it you, dear readers, what do you think the difference is between porn and erotica- and more importantly, do you even care?
Friday, September 9, 2011
K-Y Intense Heats Up the Airwaves
I was in my chambers yesterday doing my favorite thing- well, 2nd favorite thing: lying in bed watching TV. Too lazy to change the station during a break in Real Bitches of Beverly Hills, I sat through a barrage of commercials not particularly paying attention until one with 2 women sitting on a bed. Wait- what? Turns out, K-Y is going a little GLBT- at least the "L".
While the commercial was incredibly tame and not provocative, I think it was appropriate in that it seemed to mirror other het versions of commercials for this product. I also think that it's really cool that not only did K-Y reach out to an obvious and very real target market, but that no one made a huge deal out of the fact the commercial was coming out (no pun intended).
For those of you who don't know what the K-Y Intense is exactly, here's what they say on their site about the product:
K-Y® Brand INTENSE® is uniquely formulated arousal gel that has women saying "it makes sex more satisfying." INTENSE® is not a lubricant, but a gel to be massaged on the clitoris to increase sensitivity, heightening the feeling of pleasure during climax. 75% of women in consumer use studies who used K-Y® Brand INTENSE® experienced heightened arousal, sexual pleasure, and sensitivity where it counts most. Our science + your art = intense satisfaction™ …for both of you.
Arousal is at your fingertips - or his. During foreplay, gently massage a drop (2-4 pumps) onto your clitoris. Most women in consumer studies experienced heightened sensitivity, increased pleasure, and a more intense climax. Re-apply as desired. Use externally. Hormone and paraben free. Approximately 20 applications.
Great explanation, but given their new commercial, they should change "Arousal is at your fingertips- or his" to "Arousal is at your fingertips- his or hers."
On a side note, I should also mention that many of my greeting cards not only celebrate femininity with natural imagery, the passages could come from either genders. Check them out at www.zazzle.com/chocolateandpearls.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
What Happens in Vegas Shouldn't In Front of a Child
I hadn't been to Vegas in years, and chose to go there for very specific reasons:
1. It was close by plane so I didn't have to drive for hours to chill.
2. It was cheap.
I also told myself that Vegas would be good because I thought they had cleaned it up: All the trashy reality shows that I watch, and everyone knows I love trash in my reality television, seem to indicate that Vegas wasn't the child-friendly neon Bright Horizons daycare that I encountered on my last visit.
Watching "Rehab: Party at the Hard Rock" and seeing everyone on every other reality show go there to act a ho, I was under the impression that people who aren't tall enough to ride the rides were no longer welcome. WRONG! WTF?! Why were there more children than slot machines at the Luxor? When I put my chips on the table, I expect a dealer to appear, not a child.
Again, I must reiterate the fact that I do love children, I do. Just where they are supposed to be: Anywhere but Vegas. Okay- that's a bit excessive, but you know what I mean, I hope. There are certain things that we all love, but just not in every situation, because everything is not good in every situation. The closest analogy I can think of is this: Mini-skirts. I love wearing mini-skirts. When I was growing up in Texas, as soon as the cold, dark shade of winter lifted itself into spring, this bitch's legs were out until the shade fell again the next year. Not only was it cooling, no matter what anyone said, I thought I had nice legs. Still do. But, since I live in San Francisco, I can't wear minis in the summer anymore. Not that my legs get cold, they don't, but because of the random gusts of wind that reveal either my thong or granny panties, neither of which anyone wants to see. Also because of the fact that if you're running around with a mini on in our cold ass summers, you look like you're trying to full-on sell it, not lease it out for an evening of drinks, dinner, and laughs as all we bitches do to a degree when we likes a dude (or chick).
I am not trying to drone on parents, but I will because this is my blog: Why, why, why, why, why, why infinity would any parent choose to bring their progeny to Vegas for a vacation? Why would you introduce a world of decadence and depravity to your child before he or she finds it, as he or she surely will, at a later date with friends or lovers of which you don't approve? Either leave them at home with oma or opa, hire a babysitter, or do what my parents did and take them to Six Flags?! You chose to be a parent- vacation in a child appropriate place until they can stay home alone or with a trusted adult. I know you wanna live the life and wild a bit, but if you can't afford to not bring your kids, you cannot afford to go to Vegas. Period.
Why am I waving smoke away and curbing my NC-17 language because your kid is walking through the casino? Wanda Sykes said it best years ago: She was at a bar (a bar, mind you), and cursed. She looked over and saw a kid and covered her mouth after expelling a grown-folks' tirade, apologizing. Then she thought about the fact that she was at a bar- where children shouldn't be- why was she apologizing? She didn't go drinking at playgrounds, why was a child in a bar?! That's how I felt in Vegas. When I go to Disney movies and get mad because a kid is squirming or talking, that's on me: Disney is not for me, and I need to shut it and adjust to the peeps it was made for. When I am swearing at the slot machine that took my money or drunkenly, verbally, ogling the hot 21-year-old boy who staggered past me loud enough for him to hear, stop, and make-out with me, I am not apologizing to any child's parents for acting my age and B.A.C reading.
When I came home, I told my roommate that I was willing to cut my pinkie fingernail super short to not see kids in Vegas (like most Americans, I will bitch until I can't talk anymore about what irks me, but I am not willing to adhere or promise to any discomfort that accompanies a solid commitment such as "I'd give my right arm" blah, blah, blah). I have been thinking about it off and on since then, but it all came to head in my mind today when I read a CNN.com article called, "Vegas' awkward coming-out party".
The article was about something that I had seen at the Luxor: the Sunday gay-themed pool party. The article writer mentioned early on that Vegas is "long a bastion of straight male culture, with its bachelor parties, strip clubs and Sinatra-esque swagger, this desert town has been making deliberate attempts since about 2005 to become a destination for gay and lesbian tourists, and to increase its own gay community."
The article continued on about a father from LA (Los Angeles) who brought his four kids to Vegas, and the pool at the Luxor, during a gay-themed party. He went on to say (of the party), "It shouldn't be like that, you know, in front of the kids." Really? You think that your children, aged 3 to 13, had more business at the pool of a casino than a gay grown-up? He also said, "It encourages the kids to think it's normal, which it isn't." But you think it's normal for your children to see flyers, billboards, and other postings advertising strip joints and other lascivious activities that celebrate the notion that your daughter could land on a pole? That's okay-but gods forbid if there are (BUM! BUM! BUM!) gay dudes having fun in a swimming pool in broad daylight? Shut the front door!
You have no problems taking your kids to the Vegas strip- all the strippers, escorts, faded dreams, incontinence diapers, alcoholics, meth heads, broken hope- none of that discourages you: It's dudes in speedos making out and dancing (who will probably know what to do to save your kid's life in the future when he/she ODs in a hotel out by the airport all alone but for the memories of the childhood fun in Vegas with moms & pops) by which you can't abide?
You probably don't double down on 11 and you're wrong about this too, my friend.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
My Sacral Chakra Khan (And it did!)
I didn't understand where these napping and nocturnal sexy times were coming from because I wasn't feeling particularly randy, but it seemed like every time I lay me down to sleep, into my dreams sex would seep. It got to the point where I consulted my dream book and some whack sites that said, basically, a cigar is a cigar. I was dreaming about sex because I wanted or needed sex. Thank you for the King James version of dream interpretation, but me thinks it was something not so obvious. Especially since I have kept dream journals off and on for years and part of my delight in that is diving deep into Lake Thisbitchisnuts and figuring out what certain people and things mean to me. Not an easy task, but definitely worth it in my opinion.
I decided to do it again, and the minute I sat down and really thought it out, the answer came to me: my Sacral Chakra was blocked and I needed to clear it. For you non-believers, or non-interesteds, the Sacral Chakra is the second of the seven main Chakras (Sanskrit for "disk" or "wheel") in your subtle body, and each one is associated with a different energy. The Sacral Chakra is often associated with sex and creativity. (Um, hum. Now we're getting somewhere.)
Now, I didn't immediately recognize that my chakra was blocked. I am not that in tune with my body, and I am not trying to front like I am. Hell, I don't even know when to say when- but I thought about the fact that I hadn't created anything in a few weeks, even though I felt a strong need to do something. I had fleeting ideas sucka-punching my gray matter, but nothing I seriously committed to thought or action. And I needed to. Badly.
I finally quit bullshittin' around and created three new cards, worked a bit on a short story idea I've had based on a dream from a few months ago, and worked on a bigger story idea I've had for years. And guess what? I haven't had a sex dream since. I felt so alive and fulfilled, that I wasn't craving anything, so when I went to sleep, so did my special yes-yes area.
When you think about it, sex is to create life and/or love; and artistic creation- be it athleticism, music, words, or visual-is so soul inspiring and passionate that it feels sexual. No wonder our subconscious mind intertwines the two.
Monday, August 8, 2011
WTF is happening to kisses on television?
Now having watched the series from the 1st season, I have obviously seen some gross stuff- including, but not limited to, anything in a hot tub, anything that touched The Situation's mouth, Snookie's, (but especially when it's the two of them going at it) and when Ron Ron does that make-out with 2 chicks at once. I thought that nothing could get worse than those aforementioned abominations, until I saw the hell on my screen during the Season Premiere the other night that was Pauly D and Deena "kissing".
What the hell was that, besides disgusting?! Oh man. I should know better than to eat while I am watching JS, but who was ready for that vomit inducing display? Ugh. There was no semblance of sensuality or sexy to be found. Pauly looked like he'd rather have his mouth against floor of the men's room- and I probably would've found that less repulsive. For those brave few among you who can watch without your eyeballs walking into the direct sunshine and facing the true death - click here for the horror of which I speak.
It got me thinking about how gross most kisses are that they show now on television. It's all drunken tongue wrestling that is not the least bit enticing or stimulating. Is this what goes for sexy these days? Am I just getting old and prudish?
I don't think so. I think that I can still appreciate a long, slow, soft, wet, sexy kiss that lasts for 3 days: For example
.
What do y'all think? Is it me, or do you agree?
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Jason Momoa
Okay- I posted about Jason Momoa last year, but since he was delicious as Drogo in Game of Thrones, had a birfday on August 1st, and since Conan the Barbarian is coming out 8-19-11 (same day as Colin Farrell's Fright Night and is the closest I will probably ever have as a threesome with those two dudes, but I digress), I figure, let me talk again about this dude on a stick:
(Originally posted May 2010)
If you're like me and never watched Baywatch Hawaii (I know, I know- how on earth did we miss that?) or Stargate Atlantis- let me introduce you to Jason Momoa. Physically, he's just a dude on a stick, right? He's also been cast as the lead in the new Conan the Barbarian movie scheduled for release in 2011, and he's the father of Lisa Bonet's youngest daughter and son, as well as still being her hot piece. (The word on the street is that Jason was set to marry an Aussie actress he'd been dating for seven years, Simmone Jade MacKinnon, when Lisa's uterus trumped her ass and Baby Lola moved in for 9 months.)
Speaking of actin' a ho, in November of 2008 Jason was at a bar in West Hollywood (when he probably should've been home with his then eight-months-pregnant partner), and got into an argument with some dude. The dude evidently tried to make the work of art that is Jason's face into a Piccaso and Jason had to have 140 stitches and some plastic surgery to bring all that pretty back. The culprit, said to be named Dominic Bando, reportedly was facing up to 7 years for the altercation. He should've gotten that automatically for trying to jack up something so gorgeous, and then time on top of it for the malice behind the act.
I'm sure that as we get closer to the new Conan being released there will be pictures and info galore about Mr. Momoa. For now, enjoy these few.
You're welcome.