Why Are There No Talking Vaginas?
Yesterday, my son and I were in San Francisco, and it seemed that every bus that passed us sported a colorful ad with three anthropomorphic cartoon penises dressed in clothes.
The “Healthy Penis” campaign, warning the public about the dangers of syphilis, has been around for several years now, on buses, in print, and on television. I’m sure few people in SF give these mobile billboards a second thought. However, to a 12-year-old, they’re absolutely hilarious.
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Dykes on Bikes kick off SF's Dyke March in a roar of thunder.
(More SF Dyke March photos here.)
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Hello, Hot Butches!
Finally, the unveiling of the site we’ve been waiting for: Top Hot Butches: The 100 hottest butch, masculine, androgynous, genderqueer, transmasculine, studs, AGs, dykes, queers, and transguys, a project by Sinclair Sexsmith, the kinky queer butch top behind Sugarbutch Chronicles.
Read more about this project and check out the list…
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Author Mary Roach
She’s An Orgasm Geek
I’m a serious body geek. I like all sorts of things that have to do with the human body.
A couple of summers ago, after taking a spring anatomy class at a nearby college, I volunteered to work in the cadaver lab for a couple of extra units. It was solitary work and since I really enjoy dissection, I was enthusiastic about my project.
My friends, however, weren’t as enthusiastic. I remember clearly a moment when we were all sitting around a fire pit in a friend’s yard. She lives on a beautiful country property, with a rolling lawn surrounded by tall trees.
There was lots of laughing and chattering going on. Probably a little wine going down, too.
Someone asked me what I was doing now that the semester had ended.
“I’m doing an extra project in the anatomy lab,” I said.
“What kind of project?” she asked.
You know how sometimes there’s a weird, spontaneous silence? Well, there was one just as I said:
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Steam
Finally back in her hotel room, Claire kicked off her shoes and sat down at the little table. She put her feet on the edge of the bed. It had been a long day and everything ached. Her feet hurt from being pushed into business shoes all day, and her neck was cramped from sleeping on the plane. Her right hand reached up to rub it, and she rolled her head, pressing her fingers into the tight cord at the back edge of her neck.
“Levator scapulae.” The words popped into her head involuntarily as her fingers rubbed back and forth across the muscle fibers.
She looked at the pile of business cards she had dumped onto the table. Every handshake brought a card, and after her presentation at the plenary session today, it seemed like she had collected hundreds.
