Sex Cult: Confederacy of Sexual Dunces

The Anthony Weiner scandal was so disheartening, especially coming on the heels of so many other sex scandals, that I couldn't help wondering why in the world do these guys even bother getting married? If your sexual appetite is greater than 'one' shouldn't you know it by marrying age? Here's the question, considered in my SeXis column: Sex Cult: A Confederacy of Sexual Dunces with input from author Bella DePaulo. Enjoy!

Sex Feed: A Very Brady STD & more

I didn't post all my Sex Feed pieces from yesterday due to busy-ness and the notion that National HIV Testing Day merited a post all it's own. That means we have a few to catch up on from yesterday like A Very Brady STD...a Swedish School Seeking to Minimize Gender Stereotyping...an illuminating book about what the sex lives of married people in the early 20th century were really like....and the GM of a Chrisitan Radio Station gets a charge...or three...out of driving around with no pants on.
Today we have the World Testicle and Aphrodisiac Cooking competition (they're dedicating dishes to Wills & Kate...how sweet!) and Hef's new girlfriends...plural.

OK, the Very Brady STD is about Florence Henderson writing in her new book about a particularly unhappy escapade in the late 60's, but since I have such happy memories of the Bradys, here's the Brady Bunch Variety Hour Disco Medley. Enjoy!

Sex Feed: National HIV Testing Day TODAY!

I'll probably have some other posts today but this one, I thought, merited a note of it's own: today is National HIV Testing Day, so please check out this post and if you don't know where there is a site near you or think you can't afford a test go to the testing site locator - I was surprised at how many places in Orlando do free testing and I hope you can say the same for your city. If you've been postponing this, don't: a lot of other people will be out there with you today and it's important for your peace of mind and your health.

How I Waited For Four Hours Not To See The Casey Anthony Trial

(Right: Me leaning against a column looking like Jane Velez-Mitchell is pointing me out, outside the OC Courthouse on the Casey Anthony line. She wasn't.) 

      I wrote Crazy Little Thing: Why Love and Sex Drive Us Mad partly because I'm endlessly intrigued by what keeps some people away from the edge while others go over it. Craziness, it's triggers and components, can always be closer than we think...not sweet, endearing "Your so crazy!" crazy but lost it, out-to-lunch, Screw-Loose-LaTrek, dropped neuro-stitch crazy, the kind where people are often just functional enough to keep up appearances...until one day something goes horribly, horribly wrong.

         The Casey Anthony murder trial is not about a crime of passion, but it is a pu pu platter of crazy - everyone connected to it either started out crazy or could sadly be driven mad by its Sophoclean weight- and since it's going on so close to my house I thought I'd try to get in. The anarchic nighttime line for tickets had scared me (crazy) so I was glad when things changed to include a daily announcement of ticket availability (with 50 tickets usually available). I saw one at around 11 a.m. Friday and was there by noon.

         Guess what? We were told we'd have to wait until 4 pm. So there's still a line - it's just happening in the day time when it's 2439 degrees outside. Every workplace has a Tracy Flick that is just dying to be given a clipboard and told to take names... why not utilize them early on? No one knew.

         The lady behind me -  who had helped search for Caylee - did a head count and found we were numbers 47 and 48. Huzzah, right? But the line meandered. People came and went. Bathroom and parking meter needs beckoned. You could probably do a head count every 15 minutes and get a different number each time.

         The tedium was mitigated by chatting with fellow my hostages and the chance celebrity encounters. Applause broke out for Geraldo and that was fun but my big squee moments were when Jane Velez-Mitchell and Aphrodite Jones, passed by (I'm an avid watcher of both). The officers on line duty were pleasant which made things feel better. It's like a flight delay. It sucks less if you feel like the crew is in your corner. More head counts were by the officers and I was still in the game. And then at about 3:45 the news came.

         An officer came out and declared the line of demarcation....three people ahead of me. I was out. A lot of people who thought they were in were out. We were too soggy and surprised to talk. Had people cut in line? Had all those counts been wrong? Most people waited to see if it was a mistake but one cop who I hadn't seen before started loudly telling people to go. It was that "You've been told to leave," authoritah voice that always reminds me of Chet from Weird Science. It was more dispiriting than not getting in.

         I figured I'd watch it on TV the next day...on a softer chair than I'd have had in court but through a haze of bitterness. Then.. there were no next-day proceedings. Judge Perry had declared a recess almost before it began. Ha! Schadenfreude. Had I been teased only to still not get in I'd have been seriously ticked instead of mildly irked. 

           It just goes to show when bad thigns happen don't go crazy. They might not be bad at all.

Sex Feed: How to Stay Safe from Your Own Shoes & Why CA's Huge Increase in Same-Sex Households

My two stories on SeXis' Sex Feed today were:

1) a Bloomberg story on some reasons same-sex households increased at 6x the rate as straight-lead households - one of which is really quite morale boosting, 

and 

2) how to avoid getting hurt by your stupidly high heels.  Having a wicked fetish for the footwear equilvalent of  the 'bad boy' I needed this.

My colleage Rayne Millaray's also did a wonderful piece on a Tampa clergyman who has the glorious nerve to talk about sexual health and safety from the pulpit: "Before we can save the soul, we have to save the life." Now THAT is inspirational.

Sex Feed: Indiana Planned Parenthood Shut Down & Japanese "Bagelheads"

Today's Sex Feed: Planned Parenthood Indiana closed 27 facilities temporarily due to slashed funding (a blow to the poor, women's health AND two jobs lost! I guess that's right wing victory).

Also a bizarre body modification out of Japan wherein you get your forehead filled with saline to produce bulbous knobs. The wearers are called :Bagelheads (though I think of them as Salt Water Daffy)


I've written a lot of disgusting stories but rarely do I get as nauseated as I did by that one.

I mean, of course, the one about Planned Parenthood having to close.

SexFeed: He's 51 and She's 16 PLUS Are women catching up to men in cheating?

Wheeeeeeeeee! I got a new gig!
I'm very excited to be a new contributor to one of my favorite facets of SeXis Magazine magazine, SEX FEED, a news feed of sex-related stories in entertainment, health, politics and everything else. My first pieces are up up up already and include the story of a 51 year-old actor who just married a 16 year-old singer and a study on whether women are catching up to men in having affairs. Please check out those and all the other Sex Feed contributors.
 Come on...you have to take a break from Casey Anthony sometime (I'm admittedly fixated on it) and this stuff is much more fun.

Sex Cult: Gilding the Willie?

Pejazzling: it's the delicate art of encrusting your male bathing-suit parts with sparklies. You've never heard me say this before and you'll never hear me say it again but for once - and only for one - I think natural might be better. Check it out on SeXis: Pejazzling: Gilding the Willie.

New hair! Shagging myself

It's the only thing in my life where length has ever been in issue.
For most of my adult life I've kept my hair long,  I haven't had a proper haircut, one that went beyond "Just trim the ends," "Just trim the bangs," and "Fercrissakes, don't cut more than a half an inch off of it," since 1991.  
I'm sure there's a story in that so I'm going to hold back on the details for the moment, but with a book coming out, everything feeling like it's about to change and being as ready as a race horse that's had one too many espressos it seemed like the time was right. Plus it's been as hot as the box in Cool Hand Luke lately and having half as much hair might make the summer bearable. 

Usually I only post things I've published or news about the book (Crazy Little Thing: Why Love and Sex Drive Us Mad) but any time you go without anything for 20 years it feels momentous to have it happen (I hope to whatever various gods aren't busy that I never have to say that about certain things again ever), so I had to share.