Not. OK.

I usually try and keep things light here on Chakabox, even when talking about serious topics.  The world can get really depressing sometimes, and just spewing a bunch of morbid and scary statistics about scary and morbid things doesn't make for particularly engaging reading.  This though...it's morbid, and it's scary, but I can't just leave it be, and can't really make it amusing, because there is nothing funny about it.

like, disgustingly not OK

Gobble Gobble, Baby

It's Turrrrrrrkey day, peeps!  In my family, that means we get together and sample the various ways we've all managed to cram butter into food.  That's how the Pennsylvania Dutch throw down, yo.  I once told my sister that I'd run out of butter, and she actually disowned me for about 6 hours.  It's that serious.  But let's leave butter and sex to Brando and Bertolucci (kinda NSFW), and instead, let's talk about turkeys and sex!

This came up under an image search for "sexy turkey".
I don't understand, but I'm gonna roll with it because HELLO.

Answerbox: What a Headache

Dear Answerbox:

A week or so ago, I was having sex with my wife (she was on top), and as I came, I got an insanely bad headache in the back of my skull.  It was so bad, I ended up in the emergency room getting a CAT scan.  The doctor said nothing was seriously wrong and sent me home with some headache pills.  WTF?  Is this going to happen for the rest of my life?

     Signed, 

     I Found Out What Ruins Orgasms

subarachnoid hemorrhage is decidedly not sexy

Crosstalkin'

A friend (and soon-to-be neighbor!) of mine is involved with a film currently in production called The Young Invincibles, "a film about sex, jobs and family in your 20's and 30's.  A film about life...with cancer."  When she told me about what she was working on, I mentioned a post I'd written last year about sexuality and cancer, because not only did I think it might be useful to her, I like it when people read my blog.

Get ready, festival circuit

Workin' On It!

We've got some changes bein' worked out here, so things might get a little psychedelic over the next couple of days - just sit back and enjoy the ride, and we'll be back and sparkly as THIS:

SQUEEEE!

BOYS!

I wanna talk about them.  Know why?  I love them.  LOVE THEM.  Don't get me wrong, I'm a dyed-in-the-wool feminist and think that women are incredible, amazing creatures, but the truth is, I don't really want to have sex with them.  I mean, I'm sure it's great and everything - straight men and lesbians sure do seem to like it - but I am a passenger on the XY train, and I gotta tell you...it's a damn good ride.

Yeah, baby, FASTER!

Porny Dilemma

We were discussing use of pornography in committed relationships in one of my classes last Friday, and toward the end of the discussion, a man in my class raised his hand and said something to the affect of, "It's important people know that all porn stars are victims of earlier sexual abuse, and by consuming pornography, you are witnessing a woman re-traumatizing herself for money."  I could go into how obnoxious I found this comment to be, but I would only be re-traumatizing myself.

"...I had to roll my eyes...roll them so hard...it was awful..."