Wait. What?
Click Straight to get girls and Gay to get guys?
Hands up if you can spot the sexism.
Erotica Cover Watch: Fleshbot, ed. Lux Alptraum « Erotica Cover Watch (via dutchashell) It’s worth clicking through for the email exchange between Lux, the Fleshbot ed, and Mathilde from Erotica Cover Watch. I don’t know where to connect the dots that Fleshbot’s only other editor, Jonno, is also a gay man — who totally values women, and women’s erotica/porn/smut/whatever. Also not mentioned: Fleshbot’s publisher, another gay man, who, despite having collected a paycheck from him, I can’t say I know much for his sexual tastes. So I don’t know, could the ‘filtering’ (tagging) be as simple as Denton wanting to be able to read his own site and get right to the Brazilian pretty boys?
The Durex consumer is less likely to be a first-time condom buyer, more experienced, more likely to know exactly what he or she likes in “sexual health” products, more likely to be passionate and deeply involved with their partners, Mr. Mare said. “It’s not about a random hookup on a Friday night kind of thing.
Condom Maker Durex to Break ‘Pleasurati’ Ad Work, Ad Age (via mikehudack) — but is sexual health really in winky quotes? It’s not like a vibrator getting euphemized as a “personal massager” — sexual health is what a condom is actually for.
They may even believe that they need to believe women are shit, or they are at best machines that work like your video game, where you press A Up B Down and suddenly they perform the correct action (just spreading their legs instead of busting a mortal blow on your enemy). And we’re supposed to pity them, and not worry about how they’re going to act when the woman-machines don’t perform as instructed. I’ve thrown my share of video game controllers, you know, but I know the difference between them and human beings.
— “Epic battle of Nice Guys® vs. common sense at Penny Arcade,” pandagon.net (via gauntlet, et al)
“What is proposed, then, is a portrait — but not a psychological portrait; instead, a structural one which offers the reader a discursive site: the site of someone speaking within himself, amorously, confronting the other (the loved object) who does not speak.”

Or you can just put something in my mouth.

What is proposed, then, is a portrait — but not a psychological portrait; instead, a structural one which offers the reader a discursive site: the site of someone speaking within himself, amorously, confronting the other (the loved object) who does not speak.”

Or you can just put something in my mouth.

About 70 strippers who worked at a Chelsea club can each seek thousands of dollars in damages in a class-action lawsuit because their employer misclassified them as ”independent contractors,” depriving them of wages and tips. The suit, which a lawyer for one of the strippers described as the first of its kind in Massachusetts, seeks to recover money they say they should have received at King Arthur’s Lounge in Chelsea since 2004.
Inevitable, that.

Inevitable, that.

I think you underestimate our memories of pre-Internet days, though. Similar to our perceptions of the dying industrial economy, our perceptions of the analog era were that of a child growing up with an old dog — we knew we’d missed some mysterious heyday, we perceived it wouldn’t be around much longer, and so we appreciated it. I was born in 1978 and I remember pre-computer-popularity and pre-internet days clearly. I think part of this sub-gen’s enthusiasm for and ability with tech is that we *came of age as it began*, and our psyched are thus amenable to technological adaptation *itself*. We didn’t necessarily create, or watch it begin from afar, but we also didn’t “wake up” already floating dumbly in a sea of it. We saw it start, were given opportunities to merge with it, and did so. And the rewards of that adaptation stamp a kind of optimism and possibility on us that Xers seem to lack, and a kind of appreciation and perspective that Yers don’t seem to grasp.
— ‘NetterTajaVi talks back (via katiebakes)

“It’s also always a challenge with sex scenes, sort of figuring out, like, Okay how is this garment going to open? What are we going to see? Are we going to see the slip? Are we going to see the girdle? Are we going to see the garters?” (VF)

Today’s afternoon internet cartoon almost-done-with-this-deadline reblogging continues, this time, in a co-production with our boss, frakintosh, who follows me around my Adium windows going:

Today’s afternoon internet cartoon almost-done-with-this-deadline reblogging continues, this time, in a co-production with our boss, frakintosh, who follows me around my Adium windows going: