Here’s brass balls for you!

I’d probably drink more water if it came from a faucet like that. My mom used to like a song that I think was called ‘Let Your Love Flow,’ but I don’t think that’s what she had in mind.

Thanks to College Humor for the picture.

I’ve always thought it silly when I see folks referring to the prostate as “the male g-spot”. To my mind, that usage only perpetuates woeful anatomical ignorance. Rabbit has a slightly different objection:

As a person fascinated with words and phrases, I always find the reference to the male g-spot a little bit humorous. After all, the g-spot literally means Gräfenberg spot and refers specifically to a gynaecologist’s discovery within female, not male genitalia. I’m not certain when the male g-spot became a term used to describe stimulation of the prostate, but I’m running across it more and more frequently on sexuality sites. One part of me immediately thinks, jeez, can’t guys find their own term, or, like early Christians taking over and replacing pagan rituals and festivities with their own celebrations, must dominant cultures constantly turn things into their own personal and empowering definitions? From a feminist point of view, there is a sense of male ownership over female sexuality in their use of the term to describe a man’s pleasure point.

I recently got a link exchange email from an interesting-looking sex blog with a lot of interesting posts, somewhat focused on strange sex stories from the news, but worthy overall. And the link exchange request was polite, customized, and well-enough written to avoid getting the dreaded form-letter response. Until I looked at the site’s advertising. That got them this response:

I’ve given some thought to linking your blog, but at this moment I’m going to have to pass. Your blog has some interesting posts, such that I’d probably link if the quality of your blog posts were the only factor to consider.

However, another significant factor is the fact that I’m trying to build a sex-positive site that is respectful of my readers and doesn’t perpetuate sexual myths and misinformation. One way I do this is by making sure I don’t link to folks who heavily promote fraudulent items like penis enlargement products, fake sex phereomones, and the like. Since your site prominantly features ads for these products, I’m reluctant to endorse your site to my readers by linking.

Just in case there’s anybody out there who didn’t get the memo, here it is again: There’s no such thing as a penis enlargement product that works. And there’s no pheremone product on the market that does a damn thing but separate you from your money. Anybody who says different is a liar, a fool, or a crook.

Bacchus and the Nymph have slipped off to enjoy Valentines Day and their anniversary. That’s right, it was two years ago yesterday that she moved in with him. Just in case his fingers are too sore to type when he gets back, I’ll say thanks for your nice comments on his interview.

Here’s my anniversary present for them, and I hope I’ll be able to use it too. “Still Doing It”, a documentary of the sex lives of older women. Straight, gay, single, married…..they’re all here, and they talk about their sexual experiences and our agist society. It isn’t the sexiest present they could get, but if it helps both of them stay happy then its a success.

Over at BJ’s Gay Porno-Crazed Ramblings, he’s put up a startling picture of a dick ready to shoot.

Drawing from Sliptongue Magazine.