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Masturbation As Meditation

When I was 18 or 19, at a time in my life when I had a lot of free time on my hands (not unlike now), I had the freedom to take really long showers. The shower in the apartment I lived in at the time had really good water pressure, if you know what I mean. I realized that after getting into the habit of masturbating every morning, I found myself feeling pretty relaxed everyday. I came to the conclusion that masturbation could count as a form of self-help, stress relief, therapy, which led me to believe that everyone should masturbate at least once a day and that if everyone did we’d live in a much better world.

Betty Dodson in her book Sex for One writes about Masturbation as Meditation. As she tells it, she had started practicing transcendental meditation everyday in two twenty minute sessions. At one point, when pressed for time, she decided to incorporate her meditation mantra into her masturbation session. Instead of two twenty minute sessions a day, she would masturbate for forty minutes every night while repeating her mantra. Time saving and delightfully orgasmic. What a discovery she had made, “Now everyone will want to meditate”.

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Gentleman’s Agreement

Ah Gregory Peck, how you mesmerised us in To Kill a Mockingbird. A movie I haven’t seen if I’m to be honest, but it’s the first thing that came to mind when beginning this post. A movie of his that I did see, however, is Gentleman’s Agreement. I watched it over the Christmas Holiday and I made a mental note of it, actually I created a draft in WordPress with the title. I figured now is as good a time as any to bring it up again.

I like old black & white movies, so I’m pre-disposed to like this type of movie. You too? Great. You should rent this one if you haven’t already seen it. It’s about a man named Philip Green (played by Peck), he’s a reported whose assignment is to write a series about antisemitism. At first he’s kind of underwhelmed by the idea since he believes, as does everyone else in the movie apparently except for the editor who gave him the assignment in the first place, that this story has already been written to death. Philip Green is no anti-Semite, but he just doesn’t see what HE could possibly bring to the table.

Wait, there’s a twist. One night, after a conversation with his mother (what a great mom) he comes up with an idea. He goes undercover and pretends the be Jewish. After all, he just moved to the city and no one knows him there. What ensues, is his realization of how people’s attitude towards him change by simply telling them he’s Jewish. He doesn’t alter anything else about himself. There’s no stereotypical caricature. The only thing that changes is other people’s perception of him.

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Comstock Films

REAL PEOPLE, REAL LIFE, REAL SEX…Have you heard of Comstock Films? No, me neither. That is, until a friend of mine recently brought them to my attention. As their tag line clearly implies, Comstock Films provides the world (yes, the world) with movies featuring real people, real life and real sex.

It’s amateur porn with an actual production budget. Even better, it’s actual couples who are in love getting all down and dirty to show us what it looks like when “real” people have sex. If you’re wondering why I put “real” in quotation marks just then, it’s because porn stars are real people to, ya know. If I were a porn star, I think it would annoy me if people referred to alt porn as real thereby implying that I was not, but you get the difference, right?

The difference being that porn is scripted (albeit minimally) and is more like watching someone else’s fantasy as opposed to Comstock’s own brand of intimate porn that feels a lot more like hiding in a closet and watching your friends getting it on, only they’ve given you permission and instead of viewing their orgasmic pleasure from the confines of a closet you get to do it from the comforts of your living room.

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VDay Naughty Confessions Contest

Crossposted from Pop My Cherry Review. Written by Domina Doll!

Hey Readers!

My new columnist Olga Wolstenholme (the Cuntfessional) and I are teaming up to put on a month-long contest to celebrate V-Day and show our support of ending violence against women and girls worldwide.

Building on the idea of the Vagina Monologues, we are putting on a Naughty Confessional Contest to encourage all of you to write out your confessions in the comments section of Olga’s Cuntfessional posts.

What do we want?  We want raw, dirty, honest, steamy, sexy, hot, erotic real-life or fictional confessionals that somehow branch off of the ideas or topics in Olga’s the Cuntfessional posts.

For instance, in Olga’s A History Lesson you might right about a real-life encounter that involves a Teacher/student relationship, or a fantasy you’ve had with a past Teacher or student or even a fictional story about the same topic, or comment on Olga’s post itself.

Read more...for rules and prizes.

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Pelvic Exams Done Without Consent

My friend Liz sent me a link to an article in The Globe and Mail, she was pretty appalled by what she had read and wanted me to help spread the word. So here I am spreading the word that in Canada medical students routinely perform pelvic exams on unconscious women who are about to undergo gynecological surgery and as the title of the post clearly states the pelvic exam is done without the patients consent.

I too was pretty appalled when I read this, that is until I realized that the exams were only performed in the context of a gynecological surgery. The idea that you could go in to have your tonsils removed and unknowingly have a med student riffle around inside your vagina while you lay there unconscious was a horrible thought. Obviously, there is still the issue of consent, but at least the exams were done in context. For some reason, that makes me feel better about it. Sorry, Liz.

No matter how warranted these exams are in the context of a teaching hospital, the patients consent should be at the forefront of the issue. No consent, no pelvic exam. Seems like a rather simple conclusion, no? Well, apparently in Canada the patients consent is implied rather than explicit (they perform the same exams in the U.S. and the U.K. but require the patients outright consent). Canada what happened to your usually well earned good manners?

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The Underbelly of Political Correctness

Let me go on the record and say that it is incredibly, torturously cold in Montreal right now. The kind of day where you don’t go outside unless it’s absolutely necessary. Unfortunately for me, I had to go buy myself some food. On my way to Provigo I went, trying not to freeze to death on the way there. I soon gave up walking and decided to take shelter inside a bus stop. Almost every person who walked by was swearing to God.

I was waiting for the bus by myself for an eternity (ten minutes at most) when an older lady joined me within our glass enclave. At the time, I was wondering when the damn bus would show up, but I did not want to expose myself to the wind and go check the schedule. The lady who was waiting with me was freaking me out a little, because she was strangely bent over behind me. I was wondering what the hell she was doing and when I took a peak, I noticed that there had been a bus schedule behind me this entire time. I also realized that this would have been useless information since I did not have a watch.

Now, while I was waiting and hoping the bus would get there as soon as possible and put me out of my cold inflicted misery, my arms where going numb from holding my scarf up around my face and I wished I had one of those full face masks with the eyes cut out. This thought, as they often do, led to another and I found myself remembering an incident that had taken place when I was in high school.

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Bodies and Souls: The Century Project

Frank Cordelle had an idea. He took nude photographs of women whose ages spanned over a century. The first picture is of the head of a baby girl crowning through her mother’s vagina. Not quite making it to a hundred, the last picture is of a 94-year-old woman whose photograph is accompanied by the following message:

I posed so some old lady will not fear age, and some old men would know old women are not so strange. I loved the challenge of posing nude, such excitement! My husband would have said, “Some picture, kid!”

Most of the pictures are in fact accompanied by a message written by the women themselves and although I did not read the entire book, I did take a look at the excerpts on Frank’s website and let me tell you they are heartbreaking, but in a good way. My eyes literally welled up with tears. As did my neighbors eyes when I told her about the project and the stories these brave women have shared.

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My First Experiences With Oral Sex

The first time someone went down on me, I was about fifteen and we had broken into an abandoned house on the highway walking distance from my house. The summer after grade nine was what I used to refer to as the best summer of my life. To put it mildly, I packed all the hijinks a teenager could get themselves into in two short months. For instance that very night, I had snuck out of my house to hang out with the boy I liked and his friends.

Sneaking out was exhilarating, but rather simple. I’d come home right around my curfew, say goodnight to my mom and go into my room. The moment I would get home she would go to bed. Once, I knew she was asleep, I’d put some pillows under my blanket, tiptoe out of the house and put my shoes on once I was outside. The trick was to come home before she woke up, something I forgot to do that very night.

The guy I liked, his friend and I had broken into an abandoned house. The place was a mess, clearly, we were not the first kids to enter the premises. Broken plates littered the floor, some of them broken by our very hands. Our friend passed out on the living room couch while the boy and I snuck into one of the bedrooms. A dirty mattress laid bare on the floor, but I didn’t mind. Two firsts would happen that night. It was the first time someone would explore my cunt with their hands and with their mouth. It was great. It was exhilarating. He was slightly off the mark, but I didn’t mind.

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Vinnie’s Tampon Cases

Ever hear of Vinnie Angel from NYC? Well, this dude is famous for designing and making his own brand of tampon cases. Directly from the horses mouth:

Vinnie’s Tampon Cases are the world renowned invention of artist, designer Vinnie Angel.  Vinnie created his VTC project to provide period havers with a functional and enjoyable case to protect their period products from breaking in the bottom of their bags –and, by putting his cartoon face on every case, to entice men and boys to take an interest in the basics of women’s health.

Initially Vinnie sewed his canvas cases himself and gave them out for free to whomever wanted one. He has given out over 10,000 free Vinnie’s Tampon Cases.  Eventually Vinnie allowed retail stores to offer his cases knowing that the conversations his cases create would multiply if they were available beyond his handing them out on the subways and streets of NYC. 

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The Encyclopedia of Erotic Wisdom: Orgasm

I bought a used copy of The Encyclopedia of Erotic Wisdom for ten bucks and since I’m low on the inspiration today here’s their definition of orgasm:

Orgasm (greek, “to swell with wetness”) In everyday language and imagery, the idea of orgasm is all too often associated, even equated with ejaculation. However, ancient and contemporary research shows quite clearly that these two sexual, erotic states are separate. Although they often occur almost simultaneously, especially for men, it is better we disassociate them in our minds and remind ourselves that the succession of arousal states occurs in the following manner in both women and men:

1.swelling (engorgement of genital parts by blood)
2. contractions (muscle events)
3. orgasm (psychosomatic energy event)
4. ejaculation (fluidic and energy event)
5. deflation (drainage of blood, relaxation)

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