It was not surprising when the Log Cabin Republicans representing gay GOPers declined to endorse Donald Trump’s bid for the presidency this Saturday, Oct. 22, 2016. Yes, there are organized gay Republicans, who came out of the political closet as conservatives in 1977. Their press release rejecting Donald Trump opens by quoting Ronald Reagan’s famed line, “Trust but verify” as the best approach to the Grand Old Party’s grand old sexist, misogynist, racist candidate of the 2016 presidential campaign. Can we say that? Yes, as long as it’s spelled correctly.
The press release stated that the gay Republicans will wait and see how Trump stacks up on the gay front if he’s elected. We’re not seeing how that qualifies as “trust, but verify.” Sounds more like climb up on the embankment carrying a folding chair and mojito, then wait to see which way the logs roll in this avalanche of sticks, stones, old wood and mud. — Staff
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Tagged 2016 Presidential campaign, LGBTQ, Log Cabin Republicans, Politics, Trump
Condoms today are a sign of sexual consciousness, a big neon sign saying no lovin’ unless you put on the love glove, and hopefully, no STD’s, no HIV, no unplanned pregnancies.
On the other hand, it’s also a big fat no to the lingering question to young adults: Are you a virgin? It can also coyly hint that you like doing it. And you like doing it a lot – depending on the size of the Costco pack you have in your nightstand.
This is the side will.i.am of the Black Eyed Peas took in an interview with Elle Magazine. Discussing his humble and conservative perspective his “philosopher” mother placed him under, he says that growing up, he and his family never discussed anything sexual in nature. He didn’t begin to sexually explore until the age of 19. Sexually mature now, he realized seeing condoms in her home could be a deal-breaker for him. Continue reading
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Tagged black eyed peas, condoms, elle, Sex, tacky, will.i.am
Shout out to all men — how big is your “head”? The size of your penis may not be a physical attribute alone. Recent studies by University of Turin urologists labeled these qualms of penile size as “short penis syndrome
Many men feel that they are inadequate, but most of the time their size actually falls within the normal size range. Although the famous Kinsey Diaries
defined the average male penis size to be 6 inches, the Daily News
reports that the average penis size measures “between 3 and 4 inches (7.6 to 10.2 centimeters) when flaccid and between 5 and 7 inches (12.7 to 17.8) centimeters when erect.”
researchers also warn against spending money on pills, pumps, or procedures that could be costly and unsuccessful. Some of these may even damage or disfigure your penis. Many sources agree that while there really isn’t any surefire way to increase your penis length there are certain things you can do to help:
1. Trim down there. Shorter pubic hair won’t just make your penis look longer by revealing more – the Mayo Clinic suggests it can also increase sensitivity. So double win.
2. Do some crunches. An abdomen that doesn’t flab over your genitalia can also make your member look smaller than it really is. Exercise to get rid of the excess weight.
3. Talk it out. If you still swear that you’re not adequate, talk to a counselor. There are plenty of professionals ready to reassure you that you are the perfect size.
– Ji Hyun Park
First, I must preface this post by stating (okay fine, confessing), that I am addicted to hair removal. I pretty much do it all — I shave, I Nair, I thread, I wax and most recently, I laser — so questioning the feminist dilemmas behind hair removal is a big deal for me. And kind of a bad idea, because in the end I will have to choose between being hairy or a hypocrite. But here it goes anyways. Continue reading
Normal families consisting of a happily married husband and wife and their identical children have always made me uncomfortable and a little bit suspicious that they’re robots or extraterrestrials. That’s probably because they aren’t the normal ones, according to Judith Stacey’s new book “Unhitched: Love, Marriage, and Family Values from West Hollywood to Western China” (New York University Press).
“Even a cursory scan through the historical and anthropological records reveals that the nuclear family that most Americans think of as normal–one spawned when reciprocal romantic love inspires one man and one woman to exchange vows to forsake all others before they begin inviting visits from the stork—is quite the cultural exception than the rule,” writes Stacey, a NYU Professor of Sociology and Social and Cultural Analysis. “Unhitched” invites readers to contemplate their notion of what the best type of family is and who and what comprises a happy family.
Throughout the book, Stacey talks about differing family types and challenges the commonly held belief that a married heterosexual couple is the foundation of a happy family. Stacey aims to expose “the fallacies of the one-size-fits-all vision of happy families that undergirds and distorts a great deal of public family policy today.” She does this by telling the individual stories of a variety of families around the world including gay couples with children and single gay dads in LA, South African polygamists, and Mosuo families of southwest China who practice a form of utopian intimacy by night while spending their days living at their matrilineal home compound. The combination of each family’s intimate and memorable stories with hard research data makes for a very convincing argument that we need to reevaluate our idea of family.
Marc by Marc Jacobs
We all know that life is oh so unfair, especially when it comes to our appearance and physiques. There are humans that eat more in one sitting than a pre-hibernation mother bear and still fit snugly into their skinny jeans. There are people like me, who look at food and gain weight. And, we all try our best despite the multiple unexplainable failures. This morning, I tried on at least 15 different outfits and still looked considerably less attractive than the disheveled faux-hippie looking sleepy eyed on the subway.
That’s unfair. But 19-year-old Andrej Pejic is a whole other story. Tall, svelte, perfect bone structure: what makes this model different from other ladies on the runway? Well, she is, in fact, a he: the half Serbian- half Croatian recently donned a wedding dress for Jean Paul Gautier and strutted the Vivienne Westwood catwalk. He’s been sought for editorials in Vogue and is now the new face of Marc by Marc Jacobs —all in womenswear. This boy is now the prettiest girl in town. And I’m laughing myself to tears as I throw my hands in the air, kick back into my chair, and reach for an ice cream tub of self-pity.
What does Andrej teach us? Nothing we haven’t already known (see first sentence) and the additional knowledge that life’s mischief la-dee-da’s over gender barriers. But we’ve known this too. I’ve long tried to ignore the fact that my brother has nicer legs than I do, but I surrender —he’ll be receiving every single pair of my toe-wrenching, high-heeled efforts for longer legs.
We can hate Andrej, or we can love to hate Andrej. The importance in this story is that a boy who used to work at McDonald’s (really, that’s where he was discovered) is becoming an international super star and gender bending while he’s at it. It means that there are different possibilities opening up for different people. And while I do retreat to a certain level of defeatism, there’s a part of me that likes being disproportionate, short, and imperfect. I like complaining and being awkward, it makes me feel human. After all, what would Andrej’s sensationalism and beautiful people in general mean without the beauty of normal people?
Besides, not even the incredible “femiman” icon can’t have it all. He recently said that if offered a contract with lingerie line, Victoria Secret, he would consider a sex change with a nice, perky set of breast implants. “You’d have to, wouldn’t you?” mused Pelic. “I couldn’t imagine doing it any other way.”
Well, you give and you take.
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Tagged Andrej Pejic, Fashion, Jean Paul Gautier, life, Marc Jacobs, modeling, sex change, victoria secret, Youmi Park
lt’s April, and there’s no better cure for your spring fever than a school night underwear dance party with fifty of your new best friends. Pop trio Menya brings the kind of joyful and infectious fun you want to have from now until Autumn, and like so many of the best things in life, you can enjoy it without your pants on.
Menya’s headlining appearance at Lit Lounge April 14th kicks off the group’s East Coast tour, when they’ll be spreading their brand of neon-colored high-energy dance party love to North Carolina and back. Menya, composed of Coco Dame, Angie Ripe, and DJ Good Goose, has been around since 2007, when the three met at NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. Since then, they’ve become established figures in young LGBT nightlife — last year Out Magazine named them a “Need To Know” artist. But although they’ve hit it big with shows at mammoth venues like Webster Hall, Menya isn’t about to forget its roots in the college-aged queer community. They appeared at NYU’s LGBT Pride Month, and their East Coast tour includes plenty of college cities, including Charlotte, NC, State College, PA, and Providence, RI. “We played all these big venues, and we’ve come full circle,” says singer Angie Ripe. “Our new thing is going to be to play small, sweaty dance parties.” With peppy melodies that sound like the world’s raunchiest cheerleading routines (the song “Diana” includes the refrain “bitch come and get it” includes plenty of hand claps), Menya is the musical equivalent of early Spring sunshine– so make sure your favorite skivvies are clean.
Posted in Art, LGBTQ, Pop Culture, Queer Stuff, Relationships, Sex, Uncategorized
Tagged lgbt nightlife, menya, music, nightlife, pop
In 1950, a German-born gynecologist named Dr. Ernst Gräfenberg published a study entitled “The Role of the Urethra in the Female Orgasm.” According to Gräfenberg, there is an especially sensitive area in women located in the anterior wall of the vagina, where the urethra runs along the vaginal wall. His study proved that, when stimulated, this vaginal tissue becomes engorged with blood, and orgasm is achieved, sometimes resulting in ejaculation.
Little did he know, Dr. Gräfenberg had discovered the G-spot.
But in the wake of the 1948 Kinsey Reports, Americans were fascinated with the clitoris—the new “fashionable” way to reach orgasm, and Dr. Gräfenberg’s work went largely ignored. It wasn’t until the early 1970’s that his study became popular when New Jersey-native Dr. Beverly Whipple rediscovered his work. This time around, the information ushered in its very own sexual revolution. But Dr. Whipple’s work was about more than just sex– it was about sexual satisfaction. Specifically, female satisfaction.
I once visited a friend at his very first apartment. “The pad of all bachelor pads,” the one bedroom + living room + bathroom + microwave was his sanctum, a spatial rendition of his independence, which he loved to scatter with crusty plates, liquor bottles, graying miscellaneous articles of clothing, and tissues I didn’t want to know anything about. His messiness was like his symbol of Don’t-Give-A-Fuck manhood. As he watched me maneuver around the expanse of clutter and furniture, he proudly chirped, “Sorry ‘bout the mess! It’s just not a girl’s room.”
Well, gentlemen who believe that ladies keep their rooms perpetually dusted and vanilla-scented: I encourage you to keep dreaming. From my roommate experience with both sexes, I will take a boy over a girl any day. At least men don’t smear mascara on your towels, pile up exorbitant amounts of shoes and clothing everywhere (i.e. on your bed, in the tub, in the kitchen cabinets), or shed like a Wookiee. That’s only the tip of the iceberg.
For the guys attending Rutgers University next fall, you can investigate this for yourselves: come next fall, the school’s new pilot program that will allow students to live in the same dormitory room with the opposite sex. They will be joining one of the many schools today that offer gender-neutral housing plans —University of Maryland, Columbia University, and Ohio University, to name a few.
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Tagged bachelor pad, co-ed, college, gender-neutral, housing, living, roommate, Rutgers, transgender, university, Youmi Park