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More than anything, I noticed that IML and what we define as “kink” is clearly becoming more all-inclusive. It’s harder to shock people nowadays and America is becoming more sexually open. It’s difficult for any of us to remain innocent in a world that features global internet. While this may subtract from the secretive, “forbidden” allure that appeals to many who appreciate paddles, shackles, and leather masks, IML is living proof that the values of varying sexualities and obsessions are rising.
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It was used only once in the article, mostly for stylistic reasons, to vary the language of straightness. The writing would have been repetitive otherwise, and to Zack Rosen, editor-in cheif of The New Gay, it was merely a synonym for “straight,” not intended as pejorative. He realized later on however (with the “help” of a number of commenters to his article which appeared reprinted in Jezebel), that the word can indeed be insulting, and he acknowledged this fact when posting the link to this article on his Facebook page.
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When you’re wearing fetish clothing and you have your gear all over the place, everything is fine and good when you’re in the dungeon. That’s the natural place for all of that. But what about that whole important part about entering and leaving the dungeon? How does all of that work? Do you answer the door wearing a harness and chaps? Do you leave the hotel wearing kneehigh military boots, carrying your riding crop behind you? Practicalities are everything in BDSM whether or not they’re sexy to think about.
In our search for Mr. Right or Mr. Right Away, gay men, at least
those gay men who are not in politically correct denial about the very
existence of human nature, pay considerable attention to their own
and one another’s preferences for a romantic or sexual partner. In
fact, many gay men pay so much attention to one another’s lives that
they feel called upon to pass moral judgment on those lives and to
declare arbitrary rules about which preferences are acceptable and
which preferences are not.
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I woke up on the morning of March 23rd, 2003, and proclaimed to my friends “I’m tired of being a virgin. Tonight’s the night.” In the resulting severe case of “careful what you wish for” (and I’ll spare you all the gory details) I had clumsy, obtrusive, lucky-I-knew-where-to-put-it sex with a gorgeous, smart friend of mine who really deserved a better way to end her Saturday night. Though much about the event was unfortunate (on my part, to her chagrin) the only thing you really need to know is that I ended up sleeping in the condom and then slinking into a woman’s bathroom the next day to throw it out.