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The Measure of a Man

SEX
Gabrielle Vaughn | VenusBlogs Editor at Large


Because there’s never enough pressure on any one of us to be someone a little more super than we already are, why not rehash everyone’s favorite subject of all time: penis size. Because if we’re not talking about breast size, we’re talkin’ penis.

I was under the impression that, for a while there, we were letting penis size slide and that our focus was more on the quality of performance, no matter how the man was endowed. Ah, but old habits die hard *cough* and by the look of this article, Penis Size Does Matter To Some Women, Study Claims — I have to rethink what I think people are thinking. Too alliterate? Nah, let’s just keep going.

Stephanie Pappas, LiveScience Senior Writer, says:

Contrary to the reassuring catchphrase “size doesn’t matter,” penis size may matter in bed — but only for some women, and for certain types of orgasms. Read more

I Wanna Fake it with You

RELATIONSHIPS, SEX
Gabrielle Vaughn | VenusBlogs Editor at Large


Women have been accused of faking orgasms for years and years. And, it’s true — every once in a while we do — we have to. We have faked it in the past and we will fake it again in the future. When sex bores us or the emphasis to come is just a little too much pressure to deal with, on occasion, we will resort to Oscar-worthy performances where we moan, sigh, shiver and shake our way to the finish line. We fake orgasms when we feel that if we don’t get it done soon, the sexual act we’re presently involved in might go on forever — and that’s a tedium most women would rather just pass on. And rather than explain to our partners the slew of reasons behind what they might translate as their own inability to pleasure us properly, we fake it. Sometimes it’s just not worth the explanation. So, instead of groaning with pleasure for several hours and going nowhere, we moan with delight for a few minutes and everyone walks away happy.

That’s our little secret, isn’t it? Certainly our male counterparts don’t have this ability, and why would men even want to fake it? Aren’t they always just pleased as punch to wriggle around inside our bodies for the ten seconds it takes for them to climax? Men can’t fake it because their orgasms come with bells and whistles, which I like to also call semen — THE telltale aspect that reveals a man’s orgasmic reality. No semen, no orgasm — right? Read more

Viagra for Women

HEALTH & WELL-BEING, SEX
Gabrielle Vaughn | VenusBlogs Editor at Large
Photo courtesy of jezebel.com


Is the FDA-Approved ‘Female Viagra’ Pill Actually Effective and Safe? Jezebel writer, CALLIE BEUSMAN reports:

A month ago, the FDA approved the first pill meant to combat sexual dysfunction resulting from menopause. It’s called Osphena, and it purports to cure dyspareunia (pain during sex) by augmenting the declining estrogen levels responsible for “vulvar and vaginal atrophy,” a terrifying term that implies that menopause causes your body to decay and form a rotting flesh-coffin around your softly beating woman’s heart. Shinogi, the pharmaceutical company responsible for Osphena, claims that more than half of the 64 million U.S. women who have been through menopause would benefit from the drug. While it’s nice to see someone recognizing that woman over 50 do, in fact, have and enjoy sex, and while it’s great that someone is addressing sexual dysfunction in women, there are several things about Osphena that are in danger of being overblown or misrepresented entirely.

To read more: Will This Pill Fix Your Sex Life? on The Daily Beast.

When Awareness Leads to Desensitization

MEDIA, POLITICS, SEX
Dori Hartley | VenusBlogs Managing Editor


I remember once — what seemed like a thousand years ago — I sat in the audience during a taping of Saturday Night Live. To give you an idea of how long ago it was, Eddie Murphy was the brand new talent on the show — not even host material at that point. We, the audience members, sat through the rehearsals as well as the live show and I distinctly recall an incident occurring, one that for some reason I would never forget.

Murphy was doing his ad-lib schtick and during his routine he said, “Oh God!” Immediately, the director stopped him to give him notes.

“Eddie, could you do that again please, but this time, don’t say the word God. We can’t say God like that, on TV.”

I hadn’t known that, but apparently at the time, that was protocol. Those were the days when television commercials didn’t slander other people’s products — by name — and you didn’t say the word God. At least not in comedy.

Words like ‘bitch’ were still highly charged secrets, and no one ever called anyone a bitch unless it was in a private setting and meant to deeply wound whomever was on the receiving end. The N word was even more taboo. Pop culture hadn’t yet discovered these words, and television — the media — had not yet found a way to exploit them. Those were the days where we still respected certain words and that respect not only taught us discretion — it allowed us to retain a certain dignity. Read more

Masturbating in an MRI Machine

HEALTH & WELL-BEING, SEX
Adrian Lamb | VB Blogger


Ever wonder what happens to a woman’s brain as she climaxes? Well, let’s start out with a little visual that you won’t be able to easily forget:

Women who masturbated in an MRI machine helped scientists show that, from buildup to peak, an orgasm lights up your brain like the night sky on the Fourth of July. Here’s what’s going on in your mind while you’re getting it on.

Because there’s nothing too kinky or perverted about a bunch of technicians hanging out monitoring this, right? Oh the things we do in the name of science.

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Ménage à Trois – When is three a crowd?

RELATIONSHIPS, SEX
Esmée St James | VenusBlogs Contributor
Hotwire Your Life® – Mojo For Boomer Chicks®


The first thing I notice as I peek through the glass lobby door of the evening’s show venue is the lilly-white skin of a woman’s bare derrière. She has her back to me and is chatting up one of the guests in the lobby… Okay, she is wearing a teeny-tiny thong.

Upon entering the lobby I begin to wonder, why did the whiteness of the lobby gal’s exposed rear stand out more than her attire, or lack thereof? I give my head a proverbial shake and remember that we are attending an ‘erotic’ show, the invitation to which I had gleefully accepted from my Russian girlfriend. The promise of adventure had been too tempting to resist.

Additional scantily clad women and men mingle so much about as we enter the little theatre, that I am unsure who is part of the cast or the audience. Did I overdress, literally? The realization creeps in that this is an audience participation show. Dear God… My mind racing, I hastily paste a broad, nervous grin across my face like everyone else in the joint, pretending that everything’s perfectly fine.

What else am I to do?

For some unexplainable reason I’m glad I remembered to shave my legs. Unlike the time I was T-boned by an oncoming Mercedes while flying though a red light on my ten speed. Yes, that was before there were mountain bikes. I’d silently cursed myself for not having shaved my legs that day, the paramedics were really, really cute, you see.
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Twitter Thursday

MEDIA, SEX, V TALK
Gabrielle Vaughn | VenusBlogs Editor at Large


Here are a few choice nuggets from the tweet deck this morning. Let’s see what the twitterverse thinks of the keyword: LABIA.

-No, Dennis! More labia, less Libya!


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Ginger Spice Tweets

MEDIA, SEX
Dori Hartley | VenusBlogs Managing Editor
Photo: Getty Images/Huffington Post


A few days ago, Geri Halliwell, formerly known as Ginger Spice of the Spice Girls tweeted a special 30th birthday greeting to a fan. To the fan she wrote:

…to which, the people of Earth — or at least those who care what celebrities say on twitter — became all bent out of shape, finding the tweet to be a little too much information to handle. And, as it goes with offended and uncomfortable humans, they like to make an even bigger deal about what makes them feel this way by creating media hype to support their opinion. Read more

The Teacher Who Dared to Say Vagina

MEDIA, POLITICS, SEX, V TALK
Adrian Lamb | VB Blogger
Photo of Tim McDaniel courtesy of Huffington Post


William McGuinness, for Huffington Post Politics writes: Tim McDaniel, Idaho Teacher, Explained ‘Vagina’ In Sex Ed Class, So He’s Being Investigated

Parents in Dietrich, Idaho, say the word “vagina” has no place in a 10th grade science class, according to news website MagicValley.com.

A small group from Dietrich, population 332, complained to the Idaho State Department of Education, which launched an official investigation of science teacher Tim McDaniel. He is accused of teaching “sex education material” in a science class, describing “inappropriate” forms of birth control, telling “inappropriate” jokes in class and showing a video clip that depicted a genital herpes infection.

I can just hear those “inappropriate jokes” in my head right now. “So, you know kids, unprotected sex can lead to some very nasty consequences, nyuk nyuk nyuk…” Definitely enough of a reason to burn this guy at the stake, wouldn’t you say?

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Musings of a Menopausal Bitch

MENOPAUSE, SEX
Jaguar Jones | VenusBlogs Contributor


I hate sex.

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, you read that right. I hate sex. I don’t want to have it, I don’t want to think about it and I don’t ever want to be told that it’s my birth rite to keep having it until the day I die. I don’t want it! I’m tired of it. I’m all fucked out. I’ve had sexual intercourse 20,000 times in my life (give or take a few) and I think experience has bought me the right to say, “Leave me alone! I’ve done it! I’m finished with sex.”

After all, I’m the one living my life, correct? And so, while the whole world obsesses over how tight, wet and fabulicious they should be, or how sex with another million-year-old person is just the bee’s frikkin knees, I’ll be over here totally happy to not be getting slippery, slidy and smelly.

Calm down, it’s okay. It’s OK to not want sex. Why? Because I said so and what makes me an authority is that I am a menopausal woman who is thrilled out of her ever lovin’ gourd that she can finally blame her lack of sexual desire on something everybody believes to be the be-all-and-end-all of sexual destruction: menopause. Yay! I can finally get away with not wanting sex! Read more