Posts Tagged ‘sex’

Get Real

As a lurker in the Pick-Up Artist/Game community, I have come to the conclusion that Game, for most guys, is a gimmick.  Guys work their tired angles like they wear an article of clothing:

- They rock the striped button down, or the Ed Hardy schwag, trying to look like a million bucks.

- Of course, they’re still wearing sneakers.  It doesn’t matter how new or nice, they’re fucking sneakers.

- So they upgrade to some designer knock-off club shoe.  It’s the only pair they own, and they’re still wearing jeans.

- So they buy slacks, and a watch, and before you know it they’re a new man!

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Wet Dream

I walked into the bar alone.  Cinqo de Mayo fell on a week night, and no one was returning my calls.  Three feet through the door I ran into a kid I knew from around the neighborhood.

He turned small talk into a boring lecture about college.  Art school fag.  He moaned about being a walking cliche while I struggled to remember his name.  I eyeballed the bar nervously, more interested in a drink than anything he had to say.

“So, uh . . . where are all the hot, straight chicks?” Read more

Three Simple Rules

The Rules are simple:

1. Don’t use coke.

2. If you use coke once, you’re a cokehead.

3. Never trust a cokehead.

She was not the prettiest woman I’ve been with, a middling 6 at best.  The way she dressed made matters worse – all jeans and sweaters – so I was pleasantly surprised when she peeled them off.  Her breasts were larger, her body curvier, than I expected.

What she lacked in curb appeal, she made up for under the hood.  Her sexual appetite was voracious.  Rodeo clowns aren’t this motivated . . . Read more

Reinventing the Wheel

It recently occurred to me that there is a disparity between how men and women define Hooking Up.  The female definition seems to involve making out and heavy petting.  Everything else is Banging.

There was no mention of oral sex.  Gray area.  Everyone avoided the subject.

For me, the definitions are opposite.  Hooking up involves conjoined genitals.  Everything else is just fucking around . . .

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Rise of the Eco-Shrew; Jack Donovan

This is an interesting piece, and definitely worth the read.  If you are a fervent supporter of the Green Movement . . . bathe.

According to a recent article in The New York Times, therapists claim a rise in household “green disputes.” It turns out some couples are experiencing what therapist Linda Buzzell calls a “values gap,” when one of them “undergoes an environmental ‘waking up’ process” before the other. Leslie Kaufman reports that Christienne deTournay Birkhahn of the Marin County-based EcoMom Alliance has noticed “disputes over how green is green enough often divide along predictable lines by sex.”

Of course they do. (Excerpt from The Spearhead)

Wading Pool . . .

Corporate life.  Plastic people.  They sit surrounded by their shotgun sprays of clever clutter.  Interoffice e-mails, cute poems and motivational bullshit.  Pictures of the family.  Coping mechanisms.  The necessity of all of it a subliminal reminder that they are deeply miserable.

Growing slowly diabetic by the doughnut.  Every tap on the key another click closer to carpal tunnel.  Gazing longingly, desperately at the clock watching minutes of their life grow mouldy and rot.  Masturbating in the bathroom, marking time until the dead-sprint jailbreak for the door.  Evacuation to the Barco lounger and a whole box of Low-Fat Something, waiting for re-runs of Sex and the City on regular cable.  Check your E-Bay for the lame fucking knick-nack shit you buy.

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14.Mar.09 “Steak and Blowjob Day”

It recently came to my attention that there is a grass-roots movement to make March 14th “Steak and Blowjob Day.”

Valentine’s Day crops up every year like a festering chancre sore.  Men dish out a pay-check to validate their insecure loved ones.  Being guilt-tripped into buying shit for your wife or girlfriend is tantamount to paying for sex.  Men get into relationships specifically to avoid that.

It’s time to even up the score.

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The Daily Inappropriation: “The Girlfriend Experience – Part II” 21.Jan.09

Personally, when I hear the words “Girlfriend Experience” I find myself wondering why anyone would pay someone to bitch at them for forgetting to take out the trash or wash the dishes.

Of course, from a business perspective, Prostitutes use the term to advertise a “service” where they (ostensibly) try extra hard.  They infuse a little passion into the experience to make it feel special.  It’s not just Hooker Sex – it’s Performance Art!

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The Daily Inappropriation: “The Girlfriend Experience – Part 1″ 20.Jan.09

Tell me if this has happened to you: You’re having sex with a prostitute and it occurs to you that she doesn’t love you.

Maybe it was the way she was moaning, or the fact that she wasn’t – maybe it was the disinterested look on her face as she filed her nails during your lovemaking . . . It doesn’t matter.  Now you feel cheap and used.  Vacant.  Alone.  Now you’ve paid her and she didn’t even enjoy having sex with you.

Well, fear not – I’m going to give you a little tip that will help you get the most for your Entertainment Dollar.  It’s called “The Girlfriend Experience“.

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The Daily Inappropriation: “Sex Sells” Edition 14.Jan.09

Co-ed’s Virginity selling for over $3.7 M

This headline was overshadowed by Hillary’s day-long testimony yesterday.  I was plugged into national news all day, listening to that Superbowl of Assholes.

There are so many places to go with this one – It was really CNN’s video clip about Natalie Dylan that caught my attention.  There are a lot of people you shouldn’t trust for your news, especially if you can’t make up your own mind about things.  In particular, be wary of any information outlet that is forced to dumb itself down for the sake of Public Decency.

Of course, that doesn’t stop them from offering a fucking T-shirt.

This really cuts to the core of what is wrong with the way America views sex – let’s go right down the list . . .

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Fucking Inappropriate

Epics are not written about gentle men. My name is Max, and I'm looking for a good bad time.