After two decades of listening to pop music, I'm increasingly desensitized to the grimy messages that are perpetuated. That said, what irks me about the song is the delineation between "good girls" and "girls who openly love sex."
One group of ladies feel like there is a simple solution to HBO's sexism: more Ds.
My boyfriend and I have been best friends since 7th grade (we are both juniors in college now) and just started dating. It is hands down the best relationship I have ever had. But the sex sucks.
Sometimes it's because I'm in a dark mental place and arousal is the last thing on my mind. And sometimes...my reasons are maybe less sympathetic.
Porn stars, Playboy Bunnies, cam girls, feminist bloggers, feminist men and feminist women, we asked them all: What is good sex?
Wyoming came in last place. Sad. They're going to have to live with this stigma until like a month from now when everybody forgets this list existed.
Personally, I'm single because I recently had to breakup with dairy and can't get over a man called cheese.
I have incurred a gnarly cut on my lip via a midnight bathroom run in the dark gone terribly awry. I've also been hit on more in the last five days than in the preceding six months.
Crazy and a little awkward, but also very true.
6. The shower. I'm black. I'm not about to get my hair wet.
It happens so often, that when my friend told me a guy was jerking off to us, I found it funny, while he felt violated and disgusted.
"Mom, I'm gonna have to call you back."
For as long as I can remember, my daydreams/fantasies regarding sex always featured me in a mildly submissive role while the guy was always the more experienced/dominant one.
Breezing by the trees—oh, here we go. Waving to the mailman–almost there. Peddling up a hill—this one is a doozy! Awkwaaaaaaaard.
Because who wants to feel like a total trollop? Not me.
Sexual, performance, anxiety…three words that stand on their own, but when combined they create a label for something that afflicts almost every man, no matter how experienced in the horizontal (or vertical…or diagonal if you’re really adventurous) matters of the mating ritual.
Last night my boyfriend told me he doesn't enjoy me being on top, or in his words: "You suck at being on top".
I try not to judge others' sexual proclivities, I really don't. But every time I hear someone refer to the guy they're dating or interested in as "daddy", I can't help but cringe.
It's bigger than an iPhone and smaller than a Venti cup of coffee.
The NY Times thinks you care more about making that paper than finding Mr. Right.
Ah, growing up. In every young woman's life, there comes a time when she must become acquainted with the special lady doctor: the gynecologist.
Upon first read, it's so easy to scoff at these hypocrites and feel so superior because, thank Beysus, I'm so much more enlightened than that.
A study claims that casual sex among college students has caused psychological distress, but when I was in college, I remember a lot of other things way worse that caused me to be depressed.
While no one generally associates today with being sexually charged, I totally believe any occasion can be sexy if you're down to be a little creatively silly.
So there's a book out that was published in 1999 called "The Rules for Getting Laid: Get the Sex You Want."
It turns out, guys are oblivious to half the things you're worried about and don't really care too much about the so-called imperfections they do actually notice.
I am a virgin and I want to do something with a guy that I don’t care about "like that", I want to learn from sex, I want to be good at it, but I don’t want it to be with someone I don’t know (because of potential STD risks).
I was surprised to see just how many of our favorite LGBT Hollywood stars that are either engaged or been in long term relationships! I need them to all pull an Ellen and Portia because I'm forever alone and would love to live vicariously through them.
An old friend of mine had no idea what masturbation was at age 15, while another friend had lost their virginity at age 12. Clearly there's a problem here.
During one really unfortunate lonely summer, I sent nudes to dudes on Craigslist. When my boyfriend and I first started dating, I used to send him nudes and explicit texts and emails. That all started to taper off once we became more serious and it was a given I'd be seeing him regularly.
It is HEARTBREAKING to read. Judy wanted her child badly but, due to a medical issue with the fetus, was forced to abort.
It's abrasive but it's 100% effective . . . so far.
Today, I was disturbed to find out that there's a new app that teaches you how to masturbate. I'll give you a moment for that to settle in.
Some of these will frighten you, some will make your boo very uncomfortable.
We have had sex a couple times already and it was that sweet, loving kind of sex. Don't get me wrong, it was wonderful, but I was wondering what the best way is to see if your boyfriend would consider being a little naughtier in the sheets (ex: dirty talking?) without looking like a total sl00t?