It’s the Red Band trailer for the dark and trashy erotic thriller California Scheming about a ”teen seductress who pulls three privileged Malibu kids into her devious scheme, and the unforeseen consequences that force the group to face their own fears and mortality.” Devon Werkheiser (whom our millennial readers will recognize as Ned from Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide) and Spencer Daniels (the hottie from the new Anna Faris series Mom) play Nick and Jason, the two best friends and surf buddies who are drawn into beautiful new girl Chloe (Gia Mantegna)’s web. I am so there. Opens January 5.
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66-year-old Suzanne Somers was on The Talk and told the ladies that she keeps her marriage of 36 years hot and sexy by having sex “a couple of times” every, single day. Suzanne and her husband Alan (who is 77) are big supporters of bioidentical hormones and they are both on them, so when hormones are involved, look out! Good for them, at any age that kind of schedule is admirable. (Photo: Pacific Coast News)
Neal Broverman’s op-ed piece for the Advocate on Miley’s “Wrecking Ball” video and our increasingly hyper-sexual culture is worth a read. “At work, at leisure: Sex is everywhere,” he writes. “Maybe it’s Miley Cyrus and the twerking phenomenon, but either way, it appears the world overdosed on Cialis. Gay culture has always been sex-obsessed, but has the larger, heterosexist culture finally caught up? There’s a good possibility I’m simply getting old and crotchety (get off my lawn, Miley!), but I’m honestly concerned for my nephews and cousins. Will they think emaciation and come-hither eyes are the quickest way to get noticed? Will they realize that kind of attention is not sustainable, or that sex can be more than fleeting sensations and satisfying others? … The media’s fixation with sex — and the need to pull in viewers and clicks through salacious headlines and busty/bulgy pictures (guilty!) — trickles down. If you think teenage girls aren’t internalizing the attention that Miley’s getting (guilty!) for fingering herself with a foam glove, wake up.” Read the whole piece here and let me know what you think.
The Science World museum in Vancouver worked blue in its poster for the “Science of Sexuality” show, which explores sexual development with an aim to putting sexuality in a positive light. (Isn’t it already seen as positive?) “We like to put the word out there in ways you’ll remember,” said museum spokesman Jason Bosher. “We take science seriously, but we don’t take ourselves seriously.” According to a report in Woman’s Day mag, a sexual climax triggers a surge of the hormone called oxytocin, which acts as a positive neurotransmitter to the brain. Sadly, the effect lasts only about 10 minutes. So you have to do it again. And quite possibly again. And it’s not long before you find you have yourself a pretty serious addiction. (via huffpo)
André Leon Talley, the former Vogue fashion editor, who is profiled in Vanity Fair‘s September issue, was asked by contributing editor Vanessa Grigoriadis if he thought he was gay in school. “No, no, no. I was just into my magazines and the drawings,” he said. “I had a very strict upbringing, almost puritanical. I lived there all the way through college. I was in my grandmother’s house, and I respected that!” Talley rejects the gay “label,” but admitted to having had some “very gay experiences.” “Yes, I swear on my grandmother’s grave that I never slept with a single designer in my life. Never, ever desired, never was asked, never was approached, never, ever bought, in my entire career. Never. Not one. Skinny or fat. Never.” He also said he has never been in love with a man, but has been in love with two women, including an unnamed socialite whom he fell in love with after an evening of dancing in Manhattan. Not to stereotype but, I’ll admit, he had me fooled with the caftans. (Photo: Pacific Coast News, via Huffington Post)
In 1947, a drunk Neal Cassady wrote a letter to his friend, Jack Kerouac, describing two sexual encounters. Cassady’s wild prose was a big influence on Kerouac’s writing and this letter really caught his imagination. After passing it around among his friends and praising, Kerouac dubbed it, the “Great Sex Letter.”
March 7, 1947
I am sitting in a bar on Market St. I’m drunk, well, not quite, but I soon will be. I am here for 2 reasons; I must wait 5 hours for the bus to Denver & lastly but, most importantly, I’m here (drinking) because, of course, because of a woman & what a woman! To be chronological about it:
I was sitting on the bus when it took on more passengers at Indianapolis, Indiana – a perfectly proportioned beautiful, intellectual, passionate, personification of Venus De Milo asked me if the seat beside me was taken!!! I gulped, (I’m drunk) gargled & stammered NO! (Paradox of expression, after all, how can one stammer No!!?) She sat – I sweated – She started to speak, I knew it would be generalities, so to tempt her I remained silent.
She (her name Patricia) got on the bus at 8 PM (Dark!) I didn’t speak until 10 PM – in the intervening 2 hours I not only of course, determined to make her, but, how to DO IT.
I naturally can’t quote the conversation verbally, however, I shall attempt to give you the gist of it from 10 PM to 2 AM.
Without the slightest preliminaries of objective remarks (what’s your name? where are you going? etc.) I plunged into a completely knowing, completely subjective, personal & so to speak “penetrating her core” way of speech; to be shorter (since I’m getting unable to write) by 2 AM I had her swearing eternal love, complete subjectivity to me & immediate satisfaction. I, anticipating even more pleasure, wouldn’t allow her to blow me on the bus, instead we played, as they say, with each other.