Coregasms: I Worked Out, I Saw, & I Came

According to an article at thebodyodd.msnbc.msn.com, women have reported having exercise-induced orgasms, called "coregasms" because of their apparent link to exercises for core abdominal muscles.

The online surveys conducted by Debby Herbenick, the co-director of the Center for Sexual Health Promotion at Indiana University, and her colleagues might not have been the most scientific ever conducted, but the results were interesting nonetheless.

Herbenick's data included 124 women who had experienced exercise-induced orgasms (when they weren't having a sexual fantasy or thinking of someone to whom they were attracted) and 246 women who revealed that they experienced exercise-induced sexual pleasure. Most of the respondents identified as straight, they were married or in relationships, and the average age was 30. Roughly 45% of the women said that their first experience was linked to abdominal exercise-mostly after multiple sets of crunches in which they really exerted themselves- while a significantly lower number replied that their "coregasms" were linked to biking/spinning, climbing poles/ ropes, weight lifting, running, yoga, swimming, elliptical machines, or doing aerobics.

It's not surprising to me that women can experience orgasms or sexual pleasure after working out, particularly after intense core work outs. Pilates looks to create a strong foundation for movement, which engages the pelvic floor muscles, including the PC (pubococcygeus muscle) muscles. The PC muscles are also essential in strengthening the Kegel muscles, which reputedly help with incontinence as well enhancing sexual pleasure. Even without doing Pilates or specific Kegel exercises, when we work out our abdominal muscles, particularly when we move into certain angles or positions, it has to affect our pelvic floor muscles as the muscles are all related.

And it's also not surprising that the vast majority of the respondents were of an average age of 30 and in relationships because I think that the older we get and the more sex we have, whether alone or with someone, we learn how to move our bodies and become more aware of how to achieve orgasm.

For me personally, while I learned how to best achieve orgasm with my ex-boyfriend, since I have become single again I have become an "onan-artist", and have learned (for me) that I can intensify my orgasms by flexing my abdominal muscles before I come. Since I have become aware of that sexual component of abdominal/pelvic floor/ PC muscle flexing, I have definitely noticed that when I do lots of core stomach exercises, there is a very real element of sexual pleasure. I haven't reached the apex of wondrous bliss of the 124 women in Herbenick's study while working out, which is good because I'd probably have a 24 pack on my stomach, but an underdeveloped everything else.

The Blind Item that Helen Keller Could See

Over at blindgossip.com the other day, they posted this teaser. Anyone who has recently glanced at the internet figured it out about three words in:

[CDAN] This B-list foreign born always movie actor just recently got engaged to a very high profile actress. Does she know about the two employees he is sleeping with whenever he comes to town?

I don't understand why they just don't come out and say that according to unnamed sources, "Olivier Martinez is dirty dickin' around on Halle Berry" and call it day? I also don't understand why, why, why after all this time and all these bad relationships she is still even willing to date any man in the entertainment industry? Supposedly Wesley Snipes (and not the one from 30 Rock) tried to force feed her a knuckle sandwich- in her ear- and deafed a bitch up a bit. And who knows all the strange and dirty she bullshitted around with before she became really famous, although we all know the unfortunate end-times she had with David Justice, Eric Benet, and Gabriel Aubry.

Don't get it twisted- I am all about love. I heart love a lot, and I understand that your heart doesn't listen to reason. In fact, recent studies have shown that the part of our brain affected when we're madly in love is also the part that's affected when we're madly doing lines of booga sugah. Robert Palmer was right, "...might as well face it you're addicted to love..." I understand all of that, but at some point, you have to take a step back, look at the entire wide screen, and see all of the flags on the field. Halle seems to have a thing for French/French inspired dudes (Benet, Aubry, Martinez) and sports dudes (Snipes-he's a martial artist as well as acting & not paying taxes, Justice-former baseball player). They are just not working out for her. In the words of Liz Lemon, "Shut it down."

And we're all thinking it, so I am just gonna say it: Olivier Martinez was probably born with a condom on because as soon as he exited "mom south", he began his never ending quest to get back in. And there are lots of women- I'm sure from a very young age- who are/were more than happy to oblige. He's one of those cats who just brings sex out of a bitch. You could slam your pinkie toe in a steel door, see a picture of him, and forget the pain because you're thinking about what he looks like naked & tied to your bedpost. I mean look at him in the picture above. I dare you to not think about sex. Maybe not sex with him (yeah, right), but some part of you is thinking about sex with someone. He brings that-with chocolate and ice cream- in pictures and movies (I wanted to kill Richard Gere for killing him in Unfaithful), can you imagine what he does to a bitch in person? Even though he's been lookin' a little raggedy lately, he still fairly drips sex.

And if we all know this and can see this, why can't Halle? Olivier is dirty hot like a stripper & should be dealt with accordingly: Get some mindblowing sex from him, buy him some cute trinkets, and then send him on his way so you can focus on a serious potential partner. Don't marry him, girl- he's gonna break your heart- just ask Kylie!

I believe that some people can change some behaviors, but this dude has seen more pussies than a veterinarian- I don't see that changing soon considering it already seems like bitches are getting naked when they stop him on the Rue de Voulez-Vous to ask directions to the metro. I am not hating on Olivier- I'm sure he's a good cat in many aspects, he just seems to have too much testosterone to be monogamous. And she seems to have a little too much crazy to deal with that.

What Smells So Good? You!

When I was a junior in high school, I experienced my first "sneaky hooka" naughtiness: I went into the elevator with a boy and made out during our lunch break. It was good innocent teenage- hormone-fueled-fun. He was a really good kisser (and so I was I for that matter). Ever since that day, I have loved the smell of Drakkar. I loved it so much that when it became Eau de Douchebag and dudes I would want to sleep with wouldn't be caught dead in it, I bought some so I could smell it when the mood struck. Even now when its grandson, Axe, is clogging sinuses all over the land, the rare whiff of Drakkar I get in passing brings a sly smile to my face because that happy high school elevator scene is seared into my nose's memory forever. For the longest time I thought the primary reason I liked Drakkar so much was because of that wonderful, original "scent memory", but according to a recent study, that may not the reason.

Past researchers have discovered that a group of genes called MHC (major histocompatibility complex) is related to whether or not a person is sexually attracted to another based on his/her scent. They found that people are most drawn to people with different MHC genes than themselves.

August Hammerli, a researcher at the Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich and also the first author in a study published online in the International Journal of Cosmetic Science, believes that MHC genes determine our preferences for other smells. While Hammerli theorizes that people prefer scents that may best best enhance their own natural odors to potential partners, his latest study seems to indicate that your genes determine what perfume scents you like best. It also suggests that it may be tied in to the scents you find attractive in others.

Hammerli's study included 116 males and females who were asked to smell 10 different things including cinnamon, moss, rose, and cedar, which were varied with different concentrations and in different settings.

The ratings varied with clear winners and losers, but for each scent the intensity of each participant's preference depended on their particular set of MHC genes.

I always thought that I went into that elevator to be naughty and then realized that I liked how that kid smelled (and kissed). But maybe I smelled him on a more innocuous, primal level and I liked it so much I then decided to go into the elevator with him to learn more about it. Or perhaps I am just a sneaky hooka who likes to make out with men in elevators.

Palace of Broken Hearts: A Museum of Lost Love

When I think of Eastern European people, two words immediately come to mind: passion and perseverance. So when I first read about The Museum of Broken Relationships, it wasn't surprising that the idea was born of two artists in Croatia.

The couple, Olinka and Drazen, were in the process of breaking up after four years. In sorting their possessions, the valuables with monetary meaning were easy to divide up- you take the TV and I will take the computer. It was the emotionally valuable objects that they found hard to let go of: like the Little Wind-up Bunny that they put in each others' suitcases for trips, and photographed doing wildly amazing things on said trips. Who was going to get the Little Wind-up Bunny?

Instead of battling each other, they put their feelings on display let the world take ownership as they began collecting mementos of break ups from others as well. After entering their collection into a local art festival, they soon found themselves putting up installations in Berlin, San Francisco, and Istanbul. Seems like the splitting of a broken heart resonates deeper and further than an exploding Krakatoa.

Back in Zagreb, Olinka and Drazen refurbished a palace to permanently display all of their "I loved you so much, why aren't you dead?" mementos of formerly lava hot love. Each room of the palace is arranged by theme, and holds a couple of dozen items.

For the grand opening of The Museum of Broken Relationships, the mayor of Zagreb offered to do a ribbon cutting, but was shut down in favor of two high-profile Croatian actors who had famously split up. The artists told the mayor if he wanted to cut the ribbon, he'd have to leave his wife first.

To find out more about the museum, please check out their website here: http://brokenships.com