The night of your wedding is notorious for being a sleepless one. With the stress of the ceremony over, and a few glasses of champagne in your system, you want nothing more than to spend a wild night with your new spouse! But only a half an hour of shut eye? This celeb takes the (wedding) cake!

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Dear Dude,

I want to save my virginity until I’m married. But I’ve heard that there are people out there who don’t mesh well in the bedroom. Is it a possibility that on my wedding night I’ll find out that I’ve pledged my life to someone who will never be able to satisfy me, and I’ll never be able to satisfy him? Surely you can tell someone’s… Ahem… “Style” just by heavy make-out sessions and by talking about sexual fantasies and such? How much of a bet would I be taking just hoping that I will enjoy having sex with my future husband for the rest of my life?

Thanks Dude,

Seal is Unbroken

Dear Seal is Unbroken,

I think the bet you’re talking about taking is one that everyone who commits themselves to a partner has to take. And it’s a pretty big bet.

Sex isn’t the only component in the glue that holds a relationship together, but it’s an important ingredient nonetheless. Sexual chemistry is a must for a successful, long-term relationship. It is. Period. Pretend it isn’t, at some point, it’s going to bite you in the…well, pick the part of the body you think it’d hurt worse. But here’s the beauty about sexual chemistry, and something that should make you feel better about your situation– it can be brewed!

True, there’s a basic level of sexual chemistry that you’ll need to have. It sounds like you’ve got a bit of that already. What makes sex great, and makes it better in the long-run, is that you learn each others’ likes and dislikes. The more intimate you become, the further you can explore each others’ fantasies, and the more permission you will get to push the boundaries even further. That’s what makes great sexual chemistry: PRACTICE! Lots and lots of sex. Lots of trying new things. Lots of telling each other what you like, when you like it, how you like it, WHERE you like it. That’s all part of how a relationship grows–two people creating their own private sexual vocabulary. That’s a crucial step in deepening the connection you two have.

Will the sex always be perfect? No. There are going to be nights when you’ll be in the mood, but he won’t and vice versa. There will be some nights where you have the mindset of “You do me, I do you, and then we’ll go to sleep, because I’m freaking tired.” And those nights are okay, too. Not only that, but the frequency at which you’re going to have sex is going to go in cycles, because your lives together are going to be more than just about what you do under the covers.

Yes, sexual chemistry’s important. Yes, it can be mutually learned (to an extent). There are books, workshops, classes, and an entire industry devoted to helping couples continue to develop their sex lives. But on the basic level, the kind of “sneak previews” you’re talking about are a good indication that you two will be sexually compatible, and that with the kind of work that all couples put into it, you can have a very fulfilling sex life for years…now a very fulfilling marriage, that’s another question.

Don’t forget the safety goggles,

The Dude

Kevin Jonas and Danielle Deleasa’s wedding arrangements are still in the works, but Kevin has already taken the lead on his own bachelor party. Best men Joe and Nick are lending a helping hand in planning their brother’s last night as a ladies man. I can only imagine what a JoBro bachelor party would look like.

But if I had to guess, I imagine it would go something like this:

They start off at a Build-a-Bear workshop where the brothers and friends gather to make cuddly mementos of Kevin and Danielle’s love. Inevitably, one of Kevin’s cheesier friends will make him his own wedding day Love Bug. That one will definitely take its place at the foot of Kevin and Danielle’s marital bed.

Joe and Nick have already confirmed that they’re forgoing the typical Las Vegas trip in exchange for something much cooler. I imagine they are chartering a private jet to Disney World where they will dine in style at Cinderella’s castle. For dessert, Minnie Mouse will pop out of a cake and give Kevin the Eskimo kiss of a lifetime. But no pictures guys, things could get wild (with Kevin drinking some sparkling apple juice) and it could be incriminating. Read More »

Whore.

I used that word liberally until people starting calling me that. And they’ve used it on me a lot.

I was able to train myself to treat it like any other word, like it wasn’t dripping with spite. Now it no longer affects me, though there was a point in time during which I could have named every single person who had ever used that word on me.

Only women have called me a whore.

Whores aren’t raised. There was nothing that my mother, who was unwavering in her aspiration that my hymen would remain intact until my wedding night, did that made me approach sex so callously. When I was a child, I hated being needlessly touched – poking, tickling, even hugs – and I know that my mother found some solace in that, hoping that it would hold over into my adolescence and adulthood.

It did; I still hate to be needlessly touched, except that my definition has grown from tickling and hugs to include cuddling, be it pre-, post- or non-coital.

Sex has a purpose, so the only touching that I could tolerate was in order to obtain sex. You could say that it was the only poking that I’d deal with. Read More »