One of the leading search terms for my film blog right now is "plantation slave sex stories."

Fascinating backgrounder on the politics around birth control going back to the FDR administration. What's most fascinating to me is that the recent Komen misstep and now the war around the birth control provisions in the ACA seem to be a signal that supporters of reproductive rights are starting to push back against the conservatives in effective ( Read more... )

Upright Brewing in Portland stirs controversy with the new label for Four Play -- a sour saison that I'd love to taste at some point. Although now that I've seen the (NSFW) old label, it seems clear that they were actually trying to tone things down a bit. Well, I imagine a little scandal is good for sales, at least in the short term.

Paraphrased from Lovers on the Bridge (Les amants du Pont Neuf, 1991 ( Read more... )

It will be really strange (and oddly appropriate) if the singularity commences with the rise of sentient dildos.

-- lizhand in comments on her post, Mothers, don't let your daughters grown up to be reverse cowgirls.

Yes, it's very, very hot in Seattle. Even worse, many beautiful people are wearing very little clothing. Very, very hot.

Absolutely terrific piece by a former booking agent for a Manhattan escort agency. She confirms something I wondered about when I saw that the prostitution ring Spitzer used was called the Emperors Club: "A thousand dollars is nothing for these men. Money has little value; because no matter how hard they try they will never be able to spend their ( Read more... )

Some days -- rainy days -- today -- I still dream of Queensland. Romantic melancholy is self-indulgent, no doubt, but today it feels something like good ...

Every day our bodies separate ( Read more... )

Well, I guess I'm going to classify this movie from the protean British director Michael Winterbottom as a disappointment, despite the fact that I'm not sure I understand what it's trying to accomplish. An uninteresting young couple have lots of sex in between going to various rock concerts, all told as a reminiscence from the point of the view of ( Read more... )

Thus, I have avoided such stories as are usually to be found between lurid magazine covers showing luxuriantly-fleshed females scantily clad in either a leopard's skin or a two-piece female Buck Rogers outfit with a bare twelve inches of midriff, struggling (always valiantly struggling!) with an octopus-like monster or an otherworld hellion with ( Read more... )