Right around puberty, I discovered the glory of an orgasm. In 9th grade, it happened for the first time with a guy. We didn’t have sex but everything else had been enough. I remember thinking that I didn’t know what just happened or how, but I wanted it to happen every freaking day for the rest of my life.
I didn’t even know what I was looking at when I watched this clip that had been retweeted into my timeline by a sharktivist I follow. And then my perpetual light in the darkness Julianne Escobedo Shepherd helped me once again:
Recently, a coworker was regaling the staff describing a recent terrible sex dream she had about well-known television personality. The sex in the dream was bad, but still not nearly as awful as we all imagined it would be in real life, probably gentle and sensitive to the point of obsequiousness. “The tender man is…
You actively look for pregnant ladies to give your seat to on the bus. You always hold open doors for strangers. You help your friend lug a sofa across town and up five flights to their new apartment. You’re a nice person.
Let it be known that 2017 will not be remembered as the “year of the Great Clench,” as implied by a well-intentioned (?) but ultimately irritating response to a question about the visibility of the butthole during doggy-style sex.
At first, I didn’t realize that my family’s origin story was a little off. I have a distinct memory of showing my music teacher a copy of my dad’s senior yearbook, pointing out the pictures of my parents with no real awareness of anything strange. My sister and I would pore over the words my mother had inscribed in…
It’s going to be a weird, grimy summer; let’s palliate by turning to the illicit pleasures of yesteryear. Please join myself and my colleague Stassa Edwards for the first Bonkbuster Summer Book Club.
There really is an app for everything. I know that’s been said before but now it’s finally true. Meet “Tahor,” (Hebrew for “pure”) the app that allows you to send pictures of your menstrual blood to a rabbi for inspection.
Please: light a candle, lean back, and close your eyes. You are standing on a beach adjacent to a Sandals resort, dehydrated and frantically looking for the inhaler stored inside your missing luggage. A crowd of angry millennials swarms nearby. Above the horde, a sweaty, dark-haired figure emerges, balancing atop an…
Here’s a good long look at the sex dolls of the future, which are technically Real Dolls with AI that can’t walk, but can talk, learn new information and will never, ever say no.
Of course you are, who isn’t?
Eckhaus Latta, the New York-based fashion line by Mike Eckhaus and Zoe Lotta, is known and loved for its innovative, deconstructed designs. So I guess it’s a natural progression that they would eventually run ads of partially-clothed real-life couples actually fucking each other.
If you are a woman, the odds are pretty good that you have experienced the agony and annoyance of a urinary tract infection at some point in your life. And if you are a particularly unlucky woman, you might experience them on the regs. While women often swear sex is the culprit of a UTI showing up again, as far as…
In our eventual feminist utopia, birth control will be available in vending machines, water parks, and even those lip-gloss-and-tampon dispensers in movie theater bathrooms. But unfortunately, obtaining oral contraceptive birth control these days is both expensive and enigmatic, especially if you’re young and/or…
When I was a teenage girl, I dated an extremely handsome and charming man named Diego. We met over the internet, and eventually would spend time together in his souped-up truck, talking and touching beneath the moonlight, under the loud boom of his sound system as his brand new rims glistened in the night. Eventually…
The Daily Mail reported on Friday that a man died tragically several months ago when a portion of his nearly six-ton porn collection fell on top of him, crushing or possibly suffocating him. The weight of the magazines upon the man’s chest may also have triggered a heart attack.
“Everyday” is a three-minute-long chorus about how some dude is dicking down Ariana on the daily and it makes her happy. Good for her, with her high and breathy voice! It’s also nice that all the randoms in this video are so overcome by lust that they don’t care where they demonstrate their PDA, and that they are all…
There is no longer any excuse for heterosexual men, as a group, to be bad at sex.
Someone sent Jezebel a package of cookies to “promote safe sex.” Yum! Nothing about that seemed amiss at first.
Here’s a fucking story about not fucking that I fucking love: Miranda Kerr, confirmed non-virgin, has not yet had sex with her fiancé Evan Spiegel, the founder of Snapchat who may or may not be a virgin.
