She’s probably too modest to tell you herself, but the Carnival’s own Jessica Gold Haralson has landed a sex-themed radio gig! Once a week, Thursday nights at 8pm, you can find her on “1210 Tonight with Anthony Mazzarelli” on WPHT 1210AM, a Philadelphia talk radio market, talking about the sexual issues of the day. Even better, you can find the show archived here, so even non-Philadelphia listeners can tune in.
Good for her!
My friend, novelist and recent Tiptree award winner Catherynne Valente is looking for men that like men. She’s writing a story which necessarily features a lot of man-on-man sex scenes, and she’s having a bit of a problem:
I have no trouble talking about sex between men and women, or women and women. I know all about both, having, you know, done it once or twice. But I am minus the necessary experience to write authoritatively about love between men.
Now, I’ve read and watched porn and I’ve read a great deal of books which have m/m sex in them–largely written by women, actually. (Is spit-lube really that common? I highly doubt it.) And I’ve heard the mockery of such scenes as unrealistic, and while I have a good idea of everything physical that goes on, I don’t know anything about the intimate experience of being a man making love to other men.
And I want to do it well, I want to do it right. This is extremely important to me.
So I’m asking my gay or bisexual male friends … if you would be kind enough to help a girl out–what bothers you about the sex scenes you’ve read, if anything? What do you want to see? And most important and most strange for me to ask–what does it feel like? What, if you’ve had sex with women, is different beyond the obvious? (I could go on for hours about what’s different with a woman as opposed to men, if reciprocation is desired by any other authors out there.) I’m looking for the specific, the peculiar, things not obvious to your local bisexual author girl, both receptive and penetrative experiences.
You can email her or comment on this blog post if you can help her out.
… the mice will be utterly devoid of creative inspiration?
Viv’s gone, I’ve got nothing to blog about and the weekend is coming up. This bodes ill. I’ve got to come up with some content! What if our readers abandon us while Viv’s on vacation? She’ll blame me! My blogging career will be over!
Think, Mongol, think. You’ve got to come up with something. Maybe you can rip off your personal blog. Nobody reads that anyway! OK, OK…
This weekend’s topic: The film title “Backdoor To Buttsville” is redundant, because if one is going to Buttsville, one can assume that one is taking the backdoor.
I’ve been doing this sex-news blogging thing for a good while now, and the porn thing for even longer, and some of the items that I’ve seen in that time boggle the mind and defy any chance at rational description. Over time, you mostly lose the ability to be shocked, and you develop thick, heavy intellectual and emotional callouses.
Those callouses are why it’s extremely rare nowadays that, with mouth gaping and synapses firing at random, I am overwhelmed with that perverse and strangely satisfying mix of disgust and prurient amusement at something that I find on the internet. It’s memorable every time it happens: The first time I saw the Goatse man. That one midget gangbang video. The twin-transexual-dominatrices and their bizarre forklift/latex/ass-dart tableau. And now this.
Behold. The end times are surely nigh.
Sex-based reality television shows may not be the shocking new idea that they were a couple of years ago, but the new Colombian program “Los Pichones”, produced for the Kamasutra cable channel, pushes the envelope a bit. The show’s concept is simple — at the end of each show, the contestants that have the most boring sex get voted off, while the most obscene or scandalous couple wins a prize. The last couple standing wins the grand prize, which isn’t specified anywhere I’ve seen but is hopefully something super-exciting.
A lot of the stunts or challenges presented seem kinda fun: Renting a truck and having a little road-nookie, having sex in front of a group of your friends or putting on a little S&M vignette. Hell, most of that sounds like a week in the life of some of our very own Sex Carnival contributors. But the challenge that involves having sex in a barnyard, surrounded by animals and rolling around in pig-, chicken- and/or horseshit… Well, it sounds a little more Fear Factor than I think most folks would be strictly comfortable with either doing or watching. Call me a Puritan if you will, but I think that there are places in the human body that pigshit just shouldn’t go.
More here, but it’s in the Spanish.