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
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.
Posted in Female, LGBTQ, Male, Male and Female, Pop Culture, Queer Stuff, Weird Stuff
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
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
ABC News is reporting that thousands of American women are channeling a Senior Iranian cleric’s statement last week about the relationship between boobs and earth quakes, as a challenge, and “testing” its validity by whipping out their push-up brows and hiking up their hemlines today.
She was not referring to male visual or behavioral response, but rather to the recent pattern of natural disasters. Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi said, “Many women who do not dress modestly … lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes.”
Jennifer McCreight, 22, set off today’s events by responding to Sedighi’s comment with the declaration of it’s “Time for a Boobquake” and on April 26 she will display as much cleavage as her v-neck will allow. By the end of last week, more than 100,000 women proclaimed they would join in via their Facebook and Twitter pages and celebrate “womanhood.”
Is the “organized” revealing of breasts liberating or does it an example of stepping over a cultural boundary?
In our Sex and Gender reporting class a few weeks ago, our professor gave us the advice to dress for success in the workplace. Don’t be sloppy. Put yourself together. I was reminded of this lesson when I read that today’s Idea of the Day on NYTimes.com is along the same vein, except it emphasizes fashion in every aspect of life, not just on the job. Having recently hopped into the career world, I do agree that clothes are extremely important. I have been judging people in the office left and right based on their appearance. (Feel free to judge me for that.) In New York, it’s tough not to feel a little pressure to look beautiful 24/7, as super-models and their emaciated wannabe’s are among us, trekking down the sidewalk just like JoSchmo and his messy-haired girlfriend. And the Times is reinforcing this sentiment. I have to say, though, that at 7:30 am when I fall out of bed to walk my dog in my glasses and slippers, I’m not on the prowl to impress the garbage man, my mut, or even that early-bird sexy next-door neighbor. Yeah, “our clothes are our identity”–but is that really possible ALL THE TIME? Throw me a bone here (I’ll give it to my dog), and take off some of the immense pressure that comes from every direction in life. You don’t have to look beautiful all the time. As long as you know not to bring it to the office, we’re all allowed a day in baggy pants and a sweatshirt. Clothes don’t make the person. They make a persona.
– Toni Cruthirds
I’ve been questioning “rules” that I abide to without question. I remember my mother telling me after my first kiss at 15 years old, “do not have sex with that boy because he will lose interest in you,” this mantra plagued my dating life into my college years.
Feministing.com displayed photographs and captions from the 1938 Dating Guide for Single Women and titled the segment “Vintage Sexism.” Some of the “vintage” rules were reminiscent of what family and friends highlighted for me throughout my teenage years.