Women are subliminally encouraged to retain "inherent" insecurities and buy things to make themselves "less ugly"." To which I say, FUCK THAT NOISE. To continue this combat of ugliness, I had a sexual encounter with my definition of a "100% fuck-ya holy shit I'm drooling" hottie.
Being gay at my HBCU is a bittersweet experience for me. Since birth I was raised with the mentality to be "The Man." I was taught to not pursue anything that "threatened" my masculinity. Coming out wasn't an easy road, but in retrospect I wouldn't change a thing.
Pursue her. Make sure she knows you want her in more ways than just the physical. Pursue her mind. Pursue her heart. Pursue her in every way possible.
"Good luck with that!" This is the most common response we get when we talk about ScienceDebate.org, the non-profit founded to try and persuade the presidential candidates to attend a debate solely on science issues, including technology, the environment, and medicine.
I recently went to a novelty party, which is like a Tupperware party, but with sex toys. A bunch of women get together in somebody's living room, drink enough wine to float the Titanic off its iceberg, and watch a sales rep -- one of the moms from the carpool line -- hawk the latest in 'pleasure accessories.'
"I lost a bet on a Cubs game and I have to watch 100 gay guys jerk off on this site as my forfeit. You are number 13. Will you click next please?" Suddenly, I felt incredibly protective of all the other masturbating gay guys.
If men can barely control themselves around women who wear clothes in the workplace or on the street, how can a man control himself next to a woman who is not wearing a top and has exposed breasts and not one but two exposed nipples?
You don't have to approve of the buying and selling of sex to see the wisdom in Amnesty's proposal. I'm certain that humanists, along with everyone else who considers themselves a civilized human being, would join unanimously to oppose human trafficking. However, the conflation of these evils with consensual commercial sex is wrong.
If there is one thing that our society likes to do, it's judging women who dare to be promiscuous and have an enjoyable sex life. But who said we can't be ladylike, promiscuous and confident all at the same time?
Bruce, I forgot about him. Haven't had the pleasure of his company since drone strikes became popular. He comes to play darts owning dental challenges and a Christian conscience.
Why are married people, seemingly committed spouses, both men and women, sharing with me that their love lives are nearly non-existent? Why am I hearing things like, "We haven't been intimate in weeks (months!)"
While the 20-time Grammy award-winning singer (she's the most-nominated woman in Grammy history) and actress is no stranger to success, she's also encountered her fair share of failure.
It's a part of life, so laugh it off, albeit, a bit nervously. Read on for ten of the "worst-date scenarios" ever experienced, and be thankful these haven't happened to you (yet). And share your own if you've got one!
Falling in love is meeting somebody you've never met before. Falling in love is letting go, and feeling vulnerable, open, and damn, a little scared. It's a beautiful thing. So, let go. Because you'll never be able to control love, so don't try.
At 43, I've had my fair share of bizarre side effects from drugs, so the idea of taking an HIV med to help prevent HIV infection when I could just use condoms seemed ridiculous to me. But in the past two years, PrEP has gone mainstream.
Don't compare yourself to your high school friends. Don't compare yourself to your college friends. Don't compare yourself to coworkers. Don't compare yourself to anyone. You're doing just fine.