Sex Work Flow Chart

I've said it before, and I'll say it again - I really do try and stay apolitical here.  It doesn't matter which side of the aisle your preferred legislators congregate, pretty much everybody has sexy times, and I don't want to make anyone feel unwelcome.

Fer serious, y'all!  Come on in!

Nobody Wins When You Play Games With Traffic Safety

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Oh, Baby, I Want You...To Sign This, Please

The forties were a crazy time in America.  There was WAR and insane racism but also great shoes and delicious, delicious Gene Kelly.  There was also this:

Who needs moonlight and roses when there's paperwork?!

A gentleman could give this to a lady prior to having casual sex with her, in case said lady thought said gentleman might marry her or something, which he would most certainly not do.  It was also useful in case the cops barged in because they suspected a fee-for-service situation.  Or that he trafficking her, which is also what the Mann Act (officially the White Slave Traffic Act) was (and is) about.

I'm all about communication - you don't accrue the kind of debt I'm currently in the process of expanding to become a therapist if you're not.  But a pre-coital agreement is taking it a little far, I think.  I know it was a different time and all...but dang.

Sex Laws So Dumb You Just Have To Wonder

There are plenty of laws I think are pretty stupid.  I'm not going to go into which these are, but let's just say that I believe that most adult people should pretty much be allowed to do what they want in their private time, provided it's consensual and not harmful to themselves or others.

But then there are those laws where you just have to think...what the hell happened to whose cousin's nephew to have such trivial things made into actual LAW?  For instance, here in Washington, it's illegal - actually illegal - to break someone else's full beer receptacles, like bottles, kegs or casks.  I mean, yeah, it's a dick move to wreck someone's beer, but does it really require legislative action?

If Washington were Donkey Kong,
Mario would be a barrel-breakin' OUTLAW

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

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).