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Of course you do, so just guess what masturbation talk was like. If you answered "nonexistent" you're correct! It seems that there is still a huge disparity between the amount of self-love going on between the bedrooms of young ladies and gentlemen. Ask a teenage girl if she masturbates and she'll melt into a puddle of horrified embarrassment, ask a teenage boy if he masturbates and, well, chances are he's already given out all the details, loudly, in public.

Why? Why the gender divide? Obviously females masturbate. I'd go so far as to say that anyone with genitalia and a functional hand has done some self-service at one point or another, but a lot of women still refuse to admit that they do, or that they have, or that they're even interested.

I know, because I used to be one. I'm not sure why there was such a stigma attached to masturbation, the teenage double standard that men had free reign over sexual topics and women had to pretend they didn't care, didn't do it. It's the whole "innocent virgin" scenario, the idea that a woman is sullied if she has a sex drive or sleeps with someone out of wedlock. And talking about it means your doing it, or at least that's what it seemed like.

I bought into it for far too long. I remember the first time I actually comfortably talked about masturbation with a female friend.

It was in an elevator during my sophomore year of college.

My best friend and I had somehow gotten on the topic of self-love and realized we were both fans of Literotica. That conversation was the turning point in my sexual life; that conversation and TBS airing censored episodes of Sex and the City. I owe much of my comfort about sexual topics to Samantha Jones, because no matter how much of a nympho I imagined myself, she could definitely one-up, or one-hundred-up me.

Since then talk about sex, both alone and with others, has been the focus of the majority of my conversations with friends. I've been to passion parties. I've discussed the use, performance, and battery life of popular vibrators. I know the sexual preferences of many of my friends, actually I probably know more about their preferences than their boyfriends, (Dudes, give me a call, I'll give you the low down), simply because we talk about it ALL THE TIME.

Some people feel that masturbation is just an act of desperation. Many women resent the fact that their boyfriends/husbands indulge themselves, they feel like it's a threat to them, like if they were better in bed their SO wouldn't have to resort to that. WRONG-O. It doesn't matter if you resemble Jessica Simpson, or know your way around a bedroom like Jenna Jameson, your boyfriend is still going to play in the shower.

Because it's fun.

It's a lot of fun, for both sexes. Sometimes it's too much fun and people become addicted. Remember Charlotte with the Rabbit? My vibrator actually came with a warning. But there's something wonderful about having the ability to pleasure yourself, having the knowledge of your own body to successfully bring yourself to orgasm.

I remember when one of my best friends first managed to reach the grand O by herself. She wrote me a poem about it she was so excited. It went something like this: "O, O!
...o, ooo, OOOO, o!
Hooooow oooh soooo goooood ye (o!) be."

Yea. It's pretty much like that.

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Proszę się nie śmiać. To dla mnie poważny problem. Od dłuższego czasu zastanawiam się co zrobić aby nie opadało a nawet rosło.

Mam was! Weszliście do środka. Skusił was tytuł i wstęp. Ciekawe na jakich strunach waszej duszy zagrałem? ha?

Dwa lata temu napisałem wpis zatytułowany “Dlaczego im stoi a nie opada”. Dzień w dzień, czyta go kilkanaście osób. Tekst był o sondażach opinii publicznej, mówiących, że poparcie dla PiS'u nie opada. Podejrzewam, że osoby czytające szukają innej wiedzy. Pytają google a ono kieruje prosto do mnie. Czuje  się jak Lew Starowicz ;-)

Takich słów kluczowych jest więcej: “Marylin Monroe, diabełki, wzwód, wrzód na dupie, pornole” i nie wiadomo dlaczego “Bo zupa była za słona” oraz “Amisze”

W epoce wszechobecnej googlodominacji słowa klucze to podstawa. Są jak lep na muchy. Miód na misie. Tak na marginesie, w jednej z technik zwabiania hackerów, używa się przynęty (dziurawy serwer) zwanej “Honey Pot” - dzbanek z miodem.

W XXI wieku najbardziej opłaca się grać na emocjach. Ocierać się o seks.

Oto nagłówki z dwóch ostatnich dni na gazeta.pl:

• Zakaz sprzedaży keczupu i jajek nieletnim

• Policjant śmiertelnie postrzelił się ze służbowej broni

• TIR zgubił na drodze cały ładunek piwa Żubr

• Policjant wybijając szybę auta postrzelił kierowcę

• Pięcioletni chłopiec przeżył skok z czwartego piętra bloku

• Opolszczyzna: dwóch sędziów pobiło się w sądzie o żonę

• Jechała samochodem z 4 promilami alkoholu we krwi

• Bydgoszcz: wikary podejrzany o molestowanie 10-latka

• Pijany mężczyzna więził i znęcał się nad 92-letnią matką

To samo od jakiegoś czasu w faktach na TVN. Zrozpaczone matki, porzucone dzieci, skrzywdzeni ludzie. Krew, łzy, tania sensacja. Olewam fakty. Zaczynam żałować, że nie mam TV Trwam.

Po co to wszystko piszę? Doszedłem do wniosku, że za mało u mnie seksu, krwi, zła, wulgaryzmów. Moja pisanina jest po prostu nudna. Dlatego z lekka opadają mi statystyki.

Kiedyś można było sobie pojeździć po pisuarze a teraz? Ech...

Kogo obchodzą dykteryjki o kocie Romanie? Zaśmieconym pokoju czy zakupach? Zwykłe szare życie. Jak papier toaletowy. Długie i do dupy.

Co wy na to? Pojechać po bandzie? Napisać opowiadanie erotyczne? Polać krwią?

ps. Zdjęcie autorstwa Marka Biernata

Now on to the show:

I’ve written a few of these posts for the RAINN blog for a cause event, I’m just holding them hostage in my “Post for Review” section. I thought I would hold off on posting another sex-based post for a few days, but I saw this on Feministing and I had to post this entry….what do you think?

I have been really lucky. Insanely lucky. Incredibly fortunate.

I have never been abused, molested, or raped. In a time, in a world where one in three women will experience such by the time she is 18, it's amazing that I haven't. Unfortunately, true to the statistic, many of my friends have. It amazes me the strength these women have, their ability to not let such horrible experiences consume them, defeat them, derail their lives. I admire them. I love them. And I accept their decisions to not have pressed charges, even if I don't agree with it.

I can only think in terms of "what would I do if I ever found myself in such a situation," and actually being in that situation is a completely different thing, however I like to think that I'd be the biggest whistle blower on the planet. I'd put it all out there, ASAP. I'd alert the authorities, the media, the community. I'd press charges, I'd make sure it was known, I'd wear "I WAS FUCKING RAPED" t-shirts to court. Hell hath no fury like a feminist scorned. Or, at least, I hope I would.

And that's my personal feeling, my hope for myself. I'm a pretty open book, I'm not one to hide behind secrets, I blog about my life and I talk about my problems to anyone who'll listen. I wouldn't be able to heal quietly. I know that about me. I'm almost 100% positive that for me to be able to deal with something so traumatic legal action would have to be taken. But a lot of women choose another route, they choose to let it dissolve away, to see a counselor and keep it private, to be done with it and put it behind them. And that is fine. As long as it's what makes them feel better, as long as it makes them feel empowered.

Because sexual violence isn't about sex. It's about power.

And recovery is about finding a way to take it back.

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I was young. Too young to understand the words they were whispering to me.

Too young to know the right answer to their questions.

They sat behind me, two of them. Older boys who were obviously more interested in making my cheeks flush than learning what the teacher was talking about in the front of the room. Older boys who were probably forced to attend the week long day camp I had been looking forward to for weeks. Older boys who were obviously not interested in making pipe cleaner arts and crafts.

Older boys who were more interested in harassing me.

"Do you have mountains or mole hills?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Do you have curly cues?"

"Do you know what a bj is?"

And on. And on. For what seemed like forever. They'd ask until I answered them. I tried to ignore them, but they would ask the same question again amd again. I just wanted them to stop. I hoped this question would be the last one. For a while I got away with just saying, "No" to all and any questions.

That worked until they hit the "Are you a virgin" question. Then my answer of "No" led them into peals of laughter and a barrage of further questioning that I've since blocked out.

I don't really remember much else about the rest of that week. I remember being cold in the air conditioning, and then being so flushed from embarassment I was sweating. I remember the feeling of relief that came with the end of the day. I remember the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as phrases I didn't understand were whispered into my ears by scary, laughing boys.

I remember being too afraid to tell anyone.

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This entry is one in what will be a multi-part series of posts centered around the topic of sex that you’ll see throughout the month of April.

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I’ve been inspired by Sizzle to take part in Kapgar and Carly Milne’s Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign, a month-long awareness campaign on behalf of Rape and Incest National Network (RAINN).

This entry is one in what will be a multi-part series of posts centered around the topic of sex that you’ll see throughout the month of April.

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Come on! Sex talk for a cause!
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And now for the dish….

I’ve always known I was a sexual individual. Even when I wasn’t having any.
Even before I really understood what sex was.
I grew up Irish Catholic.
Sex just wasn’t discussed.

I remember secretly paging through my mother’s romance novels. Looking for buzz words like “desire,” “seduction,” “breasts,” and “flushed,” that would denote a sex scene. Usually it occurred smack-dab in the middle of the story, but in some novels the “good parts” were harder to locate. When I found them I’d settle into the otherwise boring novel and read the bedroom scene over and over clandestinely, listening for the sound of my mother’s footsteps on the stairs.

My grade school friends and I talked about sex in hushed, guilty voices. Comparing notes and scenes from late night television on weekends, wondering why we could hear about bombings on the news but we couldn’t watch Jerry Springer’s Sex Scandal episodes. Or any Jerry Springer for that matter. The girl’s whose parents were divorced and dating were often the keepers of the most information.

I remember the covert operation that I carried out with my best friend when we were nine. Sneaking into his room and looking at the “dirty” magazine under his bed. I remember falsely blaming that same friend for the “dirty” drawing my mom found under my bed. My own personal pre-teen porno. A drawing that I distinctly remember featured a couple in a bed with the ill-informed description of what I thought constituted sex: “her knee in his privates, his knee in her privates.” With a huge caption: THEY ARE HAVING SEX!!!!

My future boyfriends were lucky I got those details figured out before I started dating.

I remember the lack of information, the lack of understanding. I remember having my older next door neighbor explaining the concept of rape to me. Her definition was gender biased and incomplete in explanation, “it’s when the guy wants to do it and the girl doesn’t,” but it was an improvement. Before that I thought rape was a vicious stabbing.

I remember, with horror, the “talk”. The horrifying part was not the talk itself, frankly I’d already pretty much figured everything out by the time my mom breached the subject. I think I was 11. No, the subject wasn’t what was horrifying, what was horrifying was my mother telling me I could have the option of having the talk with her, or with my grandmother. Somehow putting the words “sex” and “grandma” in the same sentence seemed completely inappropriate and borderline traumatic. Even at 11.

To be continued…. ;-)

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Zauważyłem, że w pewnym wieku, nie ważne o czym zaczyna się mówić, kończy się zawsze na seksie. To znaczy, na mówieniu o seksie. Tak było wczoraj, na moich zajęciach językowych. Zaczęło się niewinnie.

Ania, nasza przesympatyczna nauczycielka, wyciągnęła plik karteczek z propozycjami językowych wygibasów. Gwoli wyjaśnienia, od trzech lat, pod jej czujnym okiem, poznajemy język byłych wrogów. Leczymy się, z nabytych w dzieciństwie, odruchów Pawłowa. Taka terapia grupowa ;-)

- Maja, mąż cię zdradził! – wypaliła Ania – Wojtek właśnie ci to oznajmił, zareaguj!
Maję zatkało, bowiem grzeczna to i skromna koleżanka. Zamieniła się na twarzy.
- Teraz to już po ptakach – zaśmiał się rubasznie Janek, wyginając śmiało ciało.

Maja zaczęła zmywać mi głowę. Możliwości obrony miałem mierne, bo jak wytłumaczyć, to co ma się w sercu, za pomocą stu znanych słów?

Rozmowa spełza (już po polsku) na to jak byśmy zareagowali. Maja proponowała rozmyślne tortury. Janek, nasz kursowy kaowiec, dolewał oliwy do ognia. Ja bąknąłem o psie ogrodnika.

- Janek, jesteś hipiską i masz nowego chłopaka, punka – Ania zmieniła temat - ty Wojtek, jesteś jej matką i masz za zadanie odradzić związek.

Przypomniałem córce, o mojej utraconej młodości, o winie, dragach, szybkich autach. Nie zrobiło to wrażenia. Zaatakowałem seksem. Pokpiwałem z możliwości.
- Mutter, er ist einen SexWeltMaster! - powiedziała Janka, śmiało patrząc mi w oczy. Znaczy mistrz świata.

Oburzone feministki ucięły nasze dociekania na temat stosowanych technik. Zaczęliśmy sprawdzać zadania domowe.

- Ubrania mogą być materiału i ... z plastiku, np. lateksu – zachichotała Ania.

Janek coś bąknął o odlotach pe-el. Maja spiorunowała go wzrokiem.

Ania rozdała nam pionki i rzuciła kostkę. Zaczęliśmy grę w rodzajniki nieokreślone z przymiotnikiem. Łamańce językowe wedle oczek. Szło marnie.

- Może na pieniądze – zaproponował Janek
- Albo w rozbieranego – dodałem.

Oczy nam się zaświeciły, niczym starym wilkom na widok stada jagniątek. Dobrze, że panie nie usłyszały.

This SHOULD be a wake up call to parents who continue to believe that "now" isn't a good time to talk to children about sex.  Now is the best time than ever to teach children -- especially those who know Little Spears from her Nick show.

Parents must step up to the plate and deal with the issue.  They should not sugar coat what's happening.

What happens when your kids return home from school following the holiday break and you ask them what they learned in school that day.  "Zoey is having a baby" could be their response.

How would a parent feel if their child heard it from other kids?  Better yet, it's 3:30 p.m. and your kids are home from school but you're still working.  They're flipping through the channels and see a picture of Little Spears on MSNBC with a headline that reads, "Zoey is pregnant."

For whatever reason -- religious, conservative, stupidity, embarrassed -- parents don't find ways to avoid the situation.  Some parents will tell their kids that Little Spears got fatter.  Others might try to keep their kids from viewing Little Spears.

In the high-tech and always on world we live in, good luck with that.

Be bold.  Be point blank and tell them the truth.  They deserve to know it.  They're innocence now can be protected and molded by you -- the PARENT -- instead of by the media or friends.

ABC News has a very good story with links about dealing with the sex talk for kids.

The media giants out there don't give a shit if your kid hears about sex or sees younger girls dressing in Britney Spears-like ways.  The media giants (Viacom, Disney) only care about their bottom line.  They throw morals out the door.  (Although Disney is a little better.)

But the point is that parents need to be responsible and teach their children about sex.

There is no better time than now.

His crap about spending time with family is a crock of shit.  There are rumors that he'll join (or start) a lobbying group in DC after he leaves.

There are other thoughts that Lott is resigning because of an alleged gay affair.

If this is true, he just saved himself some public scrutiny.

"Are you sure you want to do it here?" he asked, glancing discretely from side to side, as if to point out the other patrons in the bar that I might not have noticed.

"Since when have I ever been modest?"

"True. But here? Right now?"

"Sure! Let's do this."

In plain view, he pulled out his instrument, covered the end of it with a little thingamajiggy (for his protection or mine?), and stuck it inside of me. For what seemed like an eternity, he probed around.

I waited patiently for his opinion...we'd done this once before but it was under very different circumstances. Was it different this time? Better? Or Worse? Hmm, judging by his silence, most definitely worse. My patience didn't last long...

"Well?? Did you find the hole?"

"I sure did. It's tiny though."

"Presumably that's a good thing?"

"Yep. Your tympanic membrane should heal up just fine. Just give it a several weeks before you go diving again," he said as he took his otoscope out of my ear and removed the speculum cap from the tip.

"Thanks Doc!"

It's good to have lots of friends in the medical profession...though I very much doubt I'll ever invite any of my Ob/Gyn friends to examine me in a bar. (Unless, of course, there's tequila involved and then there's NO TELLING what could happen!)

Turns out the republicans have another gay fella in their bunch.

Sen. Larry Craig, of Idaho, was arrested earlier this summer in an airport men's room by an undercover officer investigating sexual activity.

In fairness to the gay republican senator, he did say that he shouldn't have pled guilty.

Because of this incident, he stepped down from Mitt Romney's presidential campaign.  Darn.

According to The Nation, this ain't the first time Mr. Craig has had sexual encounters of the same kind.

What's funny about this is how these republican folks are so adamantly against same-sex marriage and rights.

This story would not matter if Craig wasn't using his position to advance the Republican Party's officially homophobic agenda. In November, 2006, Craig flamboyantly endorsed Idaho's successful anti-gay constitutional amendment, HJR 2, which banned gay marriage, civil unions and domestic partnerships in his state. Pam Spaulding has more background on Craig's anti-gay voting record here. It's also worth recalling Craig's 1999 interview with Tim Russert in which he mocked Bill Clinton as a "naughty boy" for his affair with Monica Lewinsky.   -- The Nation

The police report, according to The Nation, says:

Craig stated "that he has a wide stance when going to the bathroom and that his foot may have touched mine," the report states. Craig also told the arresting officer that he reached down with his right hand to pick up a piece of paper that was on the floor.

"It should be noted that there was not a piece of paper on the bathroom floor, nor did Craig pick up a piece of paper," the arresting officer said in the report.

On Aug. 8, the day he pleaded guilty to disorderly conduct in the Minnesota court, Craig appeared via satellite at a ceremony that took place in Idaho in which former Idaho federal Judge Randy Smith was invested into his new position as a judge on the 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals