Rape at Your Own Risk

It is probably not a surprise that I am very firmly anti-rape.  I mean, what kind of an asshole consciously rapes someone?  Unless agreed upon in a mutually consensual and explicitly discussed way beforehand, if someone says "no" (or any permutation thereof,) during sexy time, sexy time is over.  This is not a complicated concept.

assholes with horses, apparently

Looking for Fun This Weekend?

I, for one, am going CAMPING this weekend, which I could not be more stoked about.  We're going up to the North Cascades to tool around in boats, climb waterfalls, eat a bunch of yummy grubbins, and drink a lot while soaking up the sunshine.

this is the most funnest place

When Sleepytime = Sexytime

Sometimes, I can't sleep.  It's kind of a drag, but I mostly don't mind.  It usually happens because I'm stressed out about something and can't wind down, but sometimes it's because there's too much noise outside (I live downtown and there's people and cars and frickin' garbage trucks going all night).  On more rare occasions it's because the Manfriend mounts a production of his momentous and rousing Sleepytime Symphony.

I want that teeth gnashing just pianissimo tonight, people...

It all pales in comparison, though, to Sexsomnia, or sleepsex. It's a variant on sleepwalking where sufferers perform all kinds of sexual actions, including talking dirty, masturbating, and having sexual intercourse with people, all while fast asleep.  Think x-rated sleepwalking - not something easily remedied by earplugs (which are a miracle of sleep science, by the way).

Caligula

Back in 1979, an extraordinarily bizarre and impressive gathering of people got together to make an extraordinarily bizarre and impressive movie about one screwed-up Roman Emperor.  

I'm talking about Caligula, a movie written by Gore Vidal, produced by Franco Rossellini, and starring heavy-hitting names like Peter O'Toole, Malcolm McDowell, Helen Mirren and Sir John Gielgud.  What's so weird about that?  Nothing, except for all the hardcore pornography.

That's DAME porn star, thank you very much

PRESENTS!!!

You guys, I got a present!  From readers!  In Australia!!  Because I have readers in Australia!!  SO EXCITING!!!!!!!

she is my hero, by the way

Leather Retreat: Camp Non-Vanilla!

I went to camp when I was a kid, but it wasn't like this camp.  I mean, if I had been older than 11 and a lesbian (I went to Girl Scout Camp), I guess it could have been, but I think it would have been seriously, seriously frowned upon.  

"It's just...I don't think that's how they meant for the archery course to be used, is all."

Big Brother is Watching Your Junk

Amongst the random things that I love is WWI and WWII propaganda art.  So imagine my delight when I found out that during both of these wars, there were huge campaigns against STDs, or if you want to be authentic, VD.  Instead of trying to describe the sheer awesomeness of them, I present a selection for you!  TheChive has a crapload more here - thanks to them for accumulating all of 'em into one single page of sheer Chaka joy!

This is on the lid of my lunchbox.  It is the best lunchbox in the world.

The Lady Pond

Know who's hilarious and intelligent and poignant and who I love down to my toenails even though she subjected the world to "It's Pat"?  Julia-frickin'-Sweeney.  Below is a short talk (about 5 minutes) she did at TED one year, about what happened when her 8-year-old started asking where baby frogs come from. I LOVE HER.

OK, does anyone know how to scale embedded videos from TED instead of cropping them?  This hurts me.