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Lonely Island: We're Back!

Lonely Island are my fucking heroes today.  Song about a worthless penis?  They said that it couldn't be done.  Not true - behold.

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To All The Homophobes - by comedian Lee Camp

Here's a modest proposal to all the homophobes out there.

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Pinocchio has gender issues

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Jay Smooth: Why I'm Scared of Christine O'Donnell

Why you should never trust a politician who says they're "just like you." To see more episodes, visit The GIANT Word on

Jay Smooth is a contributing blogger for


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New video from ladyVixion: DiRTY CROSS-DRESsER

(h/t helenboyd)

Goddammit, this girl is funny!


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The Period Fairy has her own blog now

h/t re:Cycling

I have to say that I like it when we embrace our bodies with humor and familiarity.  I much prefer that over the shame, vilification and objectification that patriarchal domination models are known for.  That may be my justifying why my daughter and I still laugh at fart jokes. 

Be that as it may, this video came out a while back and played around with several common experiences. 

Not content to be a viral video, the creators have taken the idea into the blogosphere.  You can find them at The Period Fairy Blog or here on our blogroll.  I am looking forward to more from them.  What's not to love about a character flitting around with a tub of ice cream and laying into our self estem?

While you're at it, you should probably check out an older favorite of mine - The Self-Doubt Fairy by Rachel Nabors.


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Now, there's something you don't see everyday...

After reading The Ultimates' primer on swing lifestyle, I got to thinking about shaving.  I don't swing, so this whole conversation about hair was new to me.  I'm  a fairly hairy individual.  Not quite Austin Powers, but my Welsh blood has me wearing a sweater all year long. 

Honestly, I've always been proud of it.  When I was a teen, my hair was among the first signals of my adult body to arrive.  I wasn't the guy that had a full beard in Freshman English, but by Junior year, I had more hair on my chest than my old man. 

In my 20's & 30's, I thought my hair looked pretty good.  Curly, bushy and vibrant.  It was soft and sensual.  I would run my fingers across it on hot summer nights when sleeping on the sheets was the only choice. 

I thought of shaving hair as something for swimmers or openly gay men that were into the pretty boy image.  I saw myself as some sort of hybrid between Burt Reynolds and Che Guevara, thumbing my nose at body-grooming neuroses with bravado in pursuit of the "real (hairy) man" lifestyle.

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