It’s nice to see others improving their sex lives, it gives me hope that I’ll have one again someday. Starting in February, the Burbman over at Suburban Sex Blog resumed more regular posting, with the good news that he and his wife seem to have turned their sexless marriage back into something fun for both of them. He’s also offering to help others in similar situations. Good on ya, Burbman!

A few people have written me regarding my preference for hairy men. At this point my only preference is for a live, decent man, but it is true that I don’t like a guy who’s artificially smooth. I was trying to figure out how to say exactly what I don’t like about overly bare guys, but the Dirty Talking Girl beat me to it:

I love male body hair.

I can’t imagine him shaving or, god forbid, waxing, and I don’t understand women who require smoothness in a man.

I think they’re afraid of the animal.

Maybe…..or maybe all the glitzy porn images have led both men and women to expect silky smoothness everywhere. Sure, hair can get in the way or be inconvenient sometimes, but I’ll never forget the guy who got me soaking wet by just playing with my pubes…..pulling gently on a few hairs beginning near my ass and working his way up, sometimes twirling or tickling, but never touching my skin until I was begging him to bury his cock in me. Mmmmmmmm……

This is a woman who frequently does things, the observation of which would probably send me screaming from the room like a California Democrat girlyman. But strong stomach or no, some requests are too much:

Caller: Do you do dog-play?

See, very tame. This guy wants to pretend he’s a dog and have me put a collar on him, make him bark and spank him with a rolled-up newspaper. Hopefully he won’t hump my leg, though.

Me: Sure, I do doggie role-play.

Caller: Role-play?

Me: Yes – you want to do a scene where you pretend to be a dog, right?

Caller: No, um…That’s not what I mean. I mean, do you have…um…Do you have a dog? A real dog?

Okay, I think I was wrong about him being tame. But, oh, I really hope this isn’t what I think it is.

Whistling past the graveyard, oh my yes.

Just a funny romantic picture (source unknown) to drive the penis down the page a bit:

I wonder if this is the outhouse Mr. Flynt had in mind when he published his infamous libel against Mr. Falwell?

Sorry I’m late with this!! Way too busy these days, and my ISP was having problems all day yesterday. I’ll post the runners-up after I get some sleep, for now, please enjoy this lovely uncut, retracted specimen belonging to the editor of sixtynined.

[image removed on 3/19/05 at Milo the model’s request]

It’s hardly a novel idea that men and women experience the world very differently. But this anecdote from Octavia Arena drives home the point:

In the last 48 hours I have spent a significant amount of time with FIVE seperate men whom I count as friends who would not have sex with me. Not that I propositioned all of them, just two of them, the other three are a given. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that there are men in my life who enjoy my company and intellect without being carnally interested in me.

Note the tone of marvel and wonder. Ladies, that’s what it’s like for single men all the time.

Er, OK, I realize that there are already some people out there who aren’t prepared to think fisting sounds or looks sexy. If you’re one of them, this may not help:

We first watched a lot of fisting footage we downloaded. Lots of stores here won’t carry fisting titles. Brett called around, blithely asking whether they carried fisting videos as I cowered behind the couch, as if someone were watching or listening. Anyway, I watched the downloaded footage, fascinated yet utterly baffled.. not so much sexually aroused as reminded of the times I’ve reached into the cavity of a turkey or chicken carcass to pull out the giblets. These unfortunate images kept popping into my mind as I put my hand in Brett’s ass.

That’s from Hiromi, at Panties Panties Panties.

Via Pursed Lips, this hilarious anecdote from a New York City screening of Inside Deep Throat:

The New York screening of Inside Deep Throat at the Paris Theatre was a hoot. … The hapless lot of directing a post-screening panel fell to Elvis Mitchell, former movie critic at the NY Times. … Mitchell looked on helplessly as McKinnon did her thing, claiming that the film we had just watched was promoting the acceptance of rape. At one point, however, her righteous zeal became unhinged when she claimed that it was not possible to do deep throat safely, that it was a dangerous act that could only be done under hypnosis. “What’s so funny?” she snapped as the audience rippled with mirth. Todd Graff’s hand shot up – “I can do it,” he said, and the room echoed with a chorus of gay men going “me too!” (Gigi Grazer – wife of Brian – later told Graff to stop bragging and that she could do it better than him and had the rocks on her fingers to prove it. Touché).

Sounds like McKinnon picked the wrong audience to spout her anti-sex drivel….

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