Rachel de Vine Guest Blog Chloe Thurlow’s recent blog about sex with a stranger brought back a sweet memory of that night in a typhoon on board a ship travelling between Singapore and Perth when I learned that just a touch can say more that a million words. I had spent three months travelling alone across Asia. I arrived in Singapore and booked a passage to Perth, Western Australia. When I boarded
Guest Blog by Justin Robinson In relationships men have a pretty hard time of it nowadays, and so we should; we’ve ruled the roost unchallenged for millennia. Our prior governance, however, makes relationships no less challenging. When I say ‘men’, I actually mean ‘me.’ I have a hard time of it. Or rather, I and other men like me. So what do I mean by ‘men like me?’ I refer to the hopeless
Guest Blog by Bliss Lost Does art imitate life or does life imitate art? The best of art captures moments in life that we as humans failed to observe, or did see but failed to appreciate it for what it truly was and is. A place or a moment of Bliss, a beautiful moment, or indeed that defining moment in our lives that in many ways we prefer to forget.
Guest Blog by David Simon Strauss I have had only one bad experience with a young prostitute. Her name was Carlota. She was from Argentina, she said. I have a photograph in my phone. Nothing else. A young prostitute is in the happiness business. Prostitutes sell sex, yes. But they provide human warmth and comfort, an animal connection, a sort of love. A young prostitute wants to do a good job
Masturbation Guest Blog by Jason Roberts In the TV show Seinfeld, there is an episode titled “The Contest.” The contest is all about who can refrain from masturbation the longest. One of Jerry’s lines is: ‘We have to do it. It’s part of our lifestyle.’ Seinfeld is correct. It is part of our lifestyle, a man’s lifestyle. According to Men’s Health magazine, 95% of men masturbate. Pleasuring yourself is not
Christian Schewanowsky Guest Blog What does sex mean to you? And what does sex mean to me. When I was a teenager it was all about lust. A seemingly endless lust for girls with nice round breasts and small hips, wearing virtually nothing. I collected pictures like many teenaged boys do. I was still a virgin when I went to university, something that changed in my first year, a few weeks after
Christian Schewanowsky Guest Blog Whenever I read blogs about the closeness of a man and a woman, I question myself: is that really so? How and what would I feel if I did this or that? As a man of 51, I have seen and experienced many things with women. My marriage and family life long behind, I have been looking around for the last 10 years, searching, exploring, discovering I
Amanda Quinn Guest Blog What is happiness? Happiness is being yourself and being with someone who loves you as you. I know who I am. Do you know who you are? I mean, who you really are? Are you being yourself? What makes you you? Do you believe you are whoever you want to be? That you make yourself? Is the person you are today the same person you will be tomorrow? Nothing
Some months ago, I became a member of a website where gay/bisexual men meet. Through this experience, I have come empathise with the plight of women who date men online and are obliged to bare their souls. By and large, it would seem men of all sexual orientations are full of shit. Although a few genuine guys checked my profile, I never allowed it to come to anything because I
Like so many of my sexual adventures, my first anal penetration by anything other than a tentative finger, happened on the initiative of someone else. Whilst enjoying my favourite post ejaculation recovery one day, being stroked gently by a woman half my age, she asked me if I fancied taking a strap-on. Yes, just like that. She can be quite direct. I have learned that when a beautiful, intelligent woman
Then She Winked At Me Trays clattered and voices echoed and people rushed through the high school cafeteria. Then Madi Curtis winked at me and the world stood still. A senior with mile-long legs, captain of the swim team, skin so tight it squeaked–smiling and winking at me? Madi lived on Olympus with the other Gods and seniors. It would be sacrilegious for a 10th grader to have impure thoughts
People chatted their way through the coffee shop while machines clattered and hissed behind them. Killing time before a class, I struggled through another page of James Joyce and cursed the professor who insisted I read it. Were it not for her long legs, I’d have told the prof to fuck off. Joyce can bite me. I sank lower in the big leather chair and turned the page. Allison’s distinct
I have slept with two gay women in my life. The first broke my heart. The second was a sublime encounter I was overjoyed to share with my lover. On that second occasion, when we first kissed, the woman pulled away from me and said: “I think you must have a vagina.” I was so taken aback by this remark, I had to suppress a laugh. I wondered about how
When Howard Rheingold wrote Virtual Reality over twenty years ago, speculating about how digital technology might create totally immersive on-line virtual sex, the possibility of enjoying multi-sensory copulation with some remote entity on the internet seemed wildly implausible. Sexual encounters were confined to textual exchanges, often pseudonymous, in obscure chat-rooms. The technical obstacles to creating convincing ‘teledildonics’ environments seemed insuperable. Now the technology for immersing you in at least two
We have our known self and our unknown self. Life is a journey connecting the known self to our hidden unknown self. We can be shocked and horrified by whom we truly are. Being shocked and horrified is determined by the environment within which we were born and raised. My first and last gay experience was when I was teenager with a boy the same age. It was oral sex
Do men have a greater sex drive than women? Many studies have been done to compare the sex drive and sexual appetites of men and women. How many of them have any value to us as individuals?nProbably none, because as individuals we vary greatly. None of us are a typical cross sample because typical samples do not exist. Statistics are mathematical averages like the average temperature in a given month.
Movies, says Tarantino, are my religion and God is my patron. I’m lucky enough to be in the position where I don’t make movies to pay for my pool. When I make a movie, I want it to be everything to me; like I would die for it.
R.M.Simone Guest Blog Everywhere you look, books on twin love or twin flames flood the shelves in bookshops. The Twilight books affirmed the desire for true love, even if he was a vampire and she a mortal. A Romeo and Juliet love story sits in our base psyches wishing to ‘come alive’. The Enchanted Fairy Tale and classic love stories await being awakened in us all. We all dream of that
Saul Wolfe Guest Blog The Great and Good of the British literary establishment have usually preferred to avert their gaze (at least publicly) from erotic fiction. In the first place, it’s marketed as a genre (although one could argue that the ‘literary novel’ is a genre of its own). To make matters worse, it centres on the sexual act, the most private and subversive of human activities. And, regrettably, much
One of my sexual fantasies is to have sex outdoors. Me and my man on a desert island next to a waterfall surrounded by tropical flowers. We’d skinny dip in our little oasis. He’d lead me over the rocks and we’d make love with the surf slipping over us like in a cheesy music video for an ’80s ballad—Chris Isaak singing Wicked Game. The problem with those seemingly romantic situations