GOP Gays Reject Trump Prez Bid

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

 

Girls with Condoms…Tacky?

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.

Little Dongs are Just in your Mind

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.”

Mayo Clinic 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

Is Waxing Anti-Feminist?

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.

NYC Pop Trio Menya Underwear Dances Down The East Coast

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.

Menya’s playing Lit Lounge on April 14th. Find more tour information on their website, MenyaMusic.com

An Interview with Dr. Beverly Whipple: The Mother of the G-Spot

Source: NJ.com

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.

Sex with The Natural Redhead

Photo: The L Magazine

In March alone, she wrote about unwanted boners, sex while sleeping, and the speed that ejaculate shoots out of a human wiener. You might think that The L Magazine’s sex columnist Audrey Ference is a sex fiend–a sultry ginger vixen oozing sexuality onto the sidewalks of Soho.  That’s not the case at all.

Sex With the Natural Redhead

How did I just discover this great blog on The L Magazine’s Web site by Audrey Ference?! She talks about everything I want to know.  And no, that is not an overstatement!  I’m serious–number of sexual partners, BJ’s with/out condoms, and  unwanted boners.  I mean seriously, have you ever heard of circumcised men who try to regrow foreskin or have it sewn on??  Well, I hadn’t. And my current addiction is reading her column. Check back later this week for a full interview with Audrey…

-Toni Cruthirds

More on the Menace

In the latest issue of The Revealer, NYU religious studies professor Angela Zito adds her voice to the debate on Maureen Dowd’s article, “Worlds Without Women,” which I touched upon last week. In my post, “Maureen the Menace Strikes Again,” I briefly critiqued Dowd’s conflation of the oppression of women by the Roman Catholic Church with the sexual abuse of children committed by many of its priests. But in her article, “Imagine This! Or Can a Church Hierarchy Become a Catholic Community?” Zito picks apart another of Maureen’s misunderstandings: maternity.

Saturday Night Rope Lessons

The hands were the easy part. I stood in the back room of a Financial District dungeon, at a private fetish event. Part party, part education session, the evening revolved around the idea of schooling, and most were dressed appropriately as either students or teachers, myself included. There were classes being offered, and the first of the evening was a rope bondage class, taught by a skinny trans woman in a tight pencil skirt. And I was about to get hogtied.