Nobody wants to say they met their boo on a stupid dating app. For whatever reason, our culture still associates dating apps with desperation. But here’s the thing: sure, it’d be nice to meet people in person like the good old days when grandpa rode to school on a donkey and your friends actually looked at you instead of their phones when you had conversations, but those days are over. So get with the program, y’all. The survival of our species has always depended on adaptation and willingness to change.
As we celebrate Masturbation May, it’s important to recognize why self-pleasure is so important. Of course this month is all about loving yourself with the goal of an earth-shattering climax, but it’s also about recognizing that masturbation is a healthy and wonderful expression of your amazing sexual self. Masturbation May is also the perfect time to show your lover exactly what feels best for you and your body, and to see what makes your partner hot too. So let’s jump in the shower for our six hottest tips on how to get dirty with some good, clean, masturbation fun.
There are things that everyone does—like grocery shopping, sleeping, working—that are subjects we can share about, those mundane yet anecdotal experiences that are relatable. We commiserate on life with one another and it somehow makes it all less boring or lonely. But there are other things that we all do, too—crying, dealing with death, feeling insecure—that are just harder to talk about. Masturbation falls into that latter category.
From day one as an only child, it was all about ME: my toys, my clothes, my world and ultimately my body. When puberty hit, it became all about ME time; a contemplation and reflection space with a piece of equipment that I suddenly understood after discovering a missing chapter in its user’s manual. An interlude to explore and indulge in any and every twist and turn of a sexual fantasy world that was vertically and horizontally expanding faster than West LA. Yes, there was a little shame in the 15 seconds after planting my flag at the summit, but by and large I felt entitled to this pursuit in the same way many feel about firearms and pedestrian right-of-ways. “I’m doing this and it’s gonna get done. Try and stop me.” Continue Reading
April showers are over and May flowers are in bloom, but the roses aren’t the only things budding this month. Gear up, people! It’s going to be a busy month of getting busy—with yourself! Masturbation Month has arrived.
My dating days are far behind me (I’ve been with my man for a hundred years), but like a lot of soul-searching types, I tend to revisit past relationships in my mind. I think about how grateful I am that things didn’t actually work out the way I wanted them to at the time and about how the timing was just perfect for me to meet my husband when I did. I was emotionally ready for a healthy, no-games relationship.
Ever since images of Batgirl, lingerie catalogs or snippets of erotica made the rounds at Garfield Elementary, I’ve been conditioned to perform that one sacred sequence: get turned on, then stroke myself until I climax. After several long-term relationships and a few years of marriage, “touch and release” got a little boring (albeit still necessary to avoid some sort of internal sexual combustion).
As any serial dater knows, a first date is hit or miss. It can be stars-in-your-eyes fantastic, utterly obnoxious, or just plain bland. Unless you stalked them on Facebook prior to your first encounter, you have nothing to gauge the potential success of each date besides that first impression. However, no amount of social media sleuthing will ever be able to determine whether your date will be marvelous or miserable. Unfortunately for me, my dating experiences lie more in the blah than in the breathtaking. Here’s a look at my worst date ever.
I write a lot about personal stuff. My boobs, my kid, my old dating life, eating disorders, addiction and loss. But for some reason, writing about the bedroom department feels more intimate than writing about the feelings department.
As I move into the third trimester of my third pregnancy, I’m realizing that some of the things I’m dealing with are universal, and definitely not talked about enough. In our mom-to-be circles, we talk about our underwear not staying up, swollen ankles and that guy who thinks it’s okay to ask if you’re pregnant with twins. But when it comes to sex, we mainly just talk about not wanting to have it. Continue Reading
When it comes to sex and the way we do it, the possibilities are virtually endless. But many couples can find themselves in the auto-loop cycle of makeout, missionary, mission complete. While reaching climax is certainly an end goal when it comes to sex, it doesn’t have to be the sole purpose of every sexual encounter you have with your partner. Sex is like a sundae; ice cream by itself is a tasty treat, but there are lots and lots of toppings you can add to make it even better.