Archive for December, 2007

And the diagnosis is …

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Schizophrenia.
American society is schizophrenic about sex. On the one hand, it’s everywhere. You can’t escape it. In every aspect of the media, in every aspect of our lives. And it’s good; we like it. “Sexy” is all that’s appealing and desireable. We don’t just have sexy clothes, we have sexy cars and sexy colors and [...]

Porn, schmorn

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On the front of the card, it says:
“Why do so many women fake orgasm?”
On the inside:
“Because so many men fake foreplay.”
You know what? Porn is like that.
I’m sitting on the couch with the man in my life (not the fellow I’m with now; a previous one), and he hits the remote. The pulsating [...]

The threat to society in your bedside table

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So, you’re driving down the road with one of these on the passenger seat beside you, or worse, the whole rainbow cluster of them. Better hope you’re not in Alabama, Texas, Louisiana, Georgia, Mississippi, Indiana, Massachusetts, or Virginia … *

“No, officer, it’s not a vibrator. It’s my Banana Guard.”
“Yeah, right. I’ve heard that one before. [...]

O! O! O! Are you with the prOgram?

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Today is Global Orgasm Day.

Which sounds like a great way to ring in the solstice to me …
The idea is that everyone arrange to have an orgasm when the solstice hits their area (the schedule is on the site), and then, in your post-orgasmic bliss, meditate on peace. Think peaceful thoughts. Shouldn’t be too hard [...]

Don’t muzzle the girl!

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It was a weird-looking thing. Off-white, smooth and rounded at the top, with a turny ridged thing at the bottom, longer than my two small hands clenched around the cylinder of its shaft. Seeking clarification, I took it out to the living room where my mother sat on the couch, reading.
“What is this thing, [...]

Yes! No? Oh, dammit, anyway…

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Her voice on the phone is tense.
“I just don’t feel like having sex any more. It’s been almost two weeks, and I just don’t care. I don’t even miss it. When I think about it, it’s just more work. What’s wrong with me?”
Nothing, of course. She’s just moved in with her boyfriend (with all the [...]

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