Are We Sex Negative?

Last week, our fellow blogger Liza brought to our attention a very in-depth and thought-provoking article at The Frisky on the topic of sex positivity.    
Wait a minute, you may be saying.  You always write about sex positivity, and being sex positive.  But what exactly does that mean?  Excellent question, and admittedly not the easiest one to answer.  I’ll wager that for many sex positives, sex positivity is something that cannot be easily defined, but one knows it when one sees it.  That’s certainly the case for Jill and I.  Additionally, while we know sex positivity when we see it, we also know sex negativity when we see that.  Attempting to smear a Georgetown law student because she uses birth control?  That’s sex negativity.
I guess it’s not as complicated as I’m making it sound.  Sex positivity is exactly that: The notion that sex is a positive, healthy thing, unworthy of the negative attitudes and taboos that it seems to engender throughout most of society, or at least American society.  It’s the attitude that any sexual activity involving consenting adults is beneficial to its participants, and by extension to society as a whole.  Or at least, that’s how we’ve always viewed it.
It was for that reason that we were particularly interested in writer Rachel Rabbit White’s thoughts on the topic.  After all, while we consider ourselves extremely sex-positive, who knows if that’s really the case?  We aren’t authorities on the subject, nor are we the gatekeepers who control its  definition.  Plus, we enjoy The Frisky; if you don’t read them, or follow them on Twitter, you’re missing out.
The article is entitled “8 Ways To Be Positive You’re Sex Positive“, and for the most part it consists of rational, common sense points about what does and does not constitute sex-positivity.  Well, maybe “common sense” isn’t the right term.  In fact, I’m certain that it’s not.  But I wish it was.  I wish more people could read this article and relate to it.  In fact, scratch that.  What I really wish was that sex positivity was so prevalent that this article didn’t need to actually be written in the first place, and that my fellow sex bloggers and I were instead abuzz with discussion about a groundbreaking article on whether reverse cowgirl beats traditional cowgirl.
It occurred to us, before reading the article, that we might find out that something we’ve been doing is not conducive to true sex positivity.  We imagined having to change our habits lest we be branded sex-negative.  We imagined being ostracized from the sex blogosphere by an angry, torch-and-pitchfork wielding mob.  We imagined shutting down our blog and launching a mainstream parenting blog where we debate the merits of carrot sticks as the perfect after-school snack.  Okay, that’s an exaggeration.  We imagined none of those things.  But we did wonder if perhaps our philosophy of sex positivity differed from that presented in the article.  And in a way, it does.
While we can agree wholeheartedly with most of the points the article presents, we took issue with the second one, entitled “Stop glamorizing sex.”  Essentially, the author suggests that sex positive writers, in describing their sometimes prodigious sex lives, take on a haughty position over their readers, and can even be accused of boasting about the sex they have.  “Talking about your sex life as if it’s better than someone else’s is glamorizing sex, and that doesn’t move the dialog forward…glamorizing helps cement the idea that sex all the time should be the goal instead of knowing your desire levels and honoring those.”
The assumptions made by the author in reference to this point are numerous.  She infers pressure among sex positives to discuss their sex lives in a superior fashion.  She interprets this superiority as bragging, admitting that she conducted herself in the same fashion when she was in high school and apparently assuming that those who talk frankly about their sex lives do the same.  She assumes also that those who write positively about their sex life have a goal of “sex all the time”, rather than honoring their level of desire.  She doesn’t acknowledge that, for some, “sex all the time” might actually reflect their level of desire.
In writing this blog, it’s never really occurred to us that people having what the author refers to as “regular” sex (whatever that means; in the context of the article it seems to mean unhealthy sex) or no sex whatsoever might be jealous of us.  Sure, we’ve received the occasional comment from a reader who claimed to be envious of our antics, but we took them to be meant at least partially in jest.  It never crossed our mind that anyone who expressed a measure of envy for our sex life could be serious.  We suppose that this narrow-mindedness could fuel the author’s theory that we are not actually sex positive; our inability to empathize with our readers might actually push us into the “sex negative” camp.
Understand that if that’s the case, it’s not a label we willingly accept.  We’ve never sought to inspire feelings of inadequacy but rather titillation.  We want our readers to enjoy the stories we post and the pictures we share, regardless of whether they’re having good sex, bad sex, or none at all.  If we come off as the sort of bloggers who use this space to compensate for our failings by drumming into the heads of our readers how much more satisfying our sex life is than theirs, then we sincerely apologize.  We’re not interested in alienating anyone, nor are we trying to “wow” them to the extent that they feel inferior.  What could we possibly gain from that?
It sounds like Rachel Rabbit White considers an active, varied sex life a healthy and positive thing.  But, perplexingly, she seems to also be saying that writing about such a sex life in the manner that it deserves is not okay, and that our enthusiasm for the sex we have should be toned down in our writing, so as not to make anyone feel bad.  While we try to be sensitive to the feelings of those around us – indeed, we have voiced our fear of sounding like “arrogant jerks” with regard to our short-lived Sunday Scoreboard feature – the thought that we should handcuff ourselves in this manner clearly stems from unchecked political correctness.  This treads dangerously close to sex negativity, in our opinion.
As I commented on Liza’s post, we blog honestly about the sex that we have, and we don’t make excuses or apologize for any of it.  We simply don’t believe that our readership at large finds an apology necessary.  We assume that those who frequent our blog enjoy what we share, and are perhaps – or should I say hopefully – actually aroused by it.  That’s a large part of our motivation for blogging, and we don’t know that we are willing to change our blogging strategy just to claim a seemingly-arbitrary “sex positive” designation.
 We will continue to write frankly about our sex life, and post pictures whenever possible.  If the fact that the sex life about which we write is rich and diverse makes us sex-negative, whether in the eyes of Rachel Rabbit White or society as a whole, that’s a label we’ll just have to wear.  
Don’t let my objection to the article’s second point dissuade you from reading it.  It’s overall an excellent read, and even if you disagree with most or all of it – something I doubt – it still provides great food for thought.  Check it out.
-Jack 

Mouth Monday

Yes, that’s a clip shaped like a mouth, complete with teeth.

I really enjoy nipple stimulation, and I get a lot of pleasure out of having my nipples teased, sucked, and licked.  Recently, however, I’ve discovered that I like it kind of rough.  Well, that might not be totally accurate.  I’m not a hundred percent sure that I like it rough, exactly, though I find certain types of aggressive stimulation exciting.  Make no mistake, I’m not ready for nipple torture, or other kinds of extreme nipple play.  I’m not sure that I ever will be.  But I’m getting more and more used to squeezing, pinching, and biting.  This isn’t something I found appealing when I was younger.  Back then, it had to be gentle, all soft caresses and sweet kisses.  But I’m not a porcelain doll.  Manhandle me.

-Jill

Sinful Sunday: Breakfast in Bed

Today is Mother’s Day here in the United States.  A common Mother’s Day tradition is breakfast in bed.
Why is Jack eating?  It’s Mother’s day, not Father’s Day!
That’s more like it!

Delicious!



To all the dedicated, selfless Moms out there who give of themselves all day, every day, we wish you a very Happy Mother’s Day!  See who else is being sinful at Molly’s Daily Kiss!

Sinful Sunday

Last Night, Part 3

Read Part 1 here.


Read Part 2 here.

When I was able to move again, I rolled onto my side.  Instinctively I tried to pull Jack in for a deep, passionate kiss.  But I couldn’t because I was still bound, my wrists and my thumbs cuffed together by solid, unyielding metal.  Seductively, I flicked my tongue at him and he leaned in, pressing his open mouth to mine.  He placed his hand under my neck, supporting my tired muscles, and kissed me voraciously.

“It’s your turn,” I said after our lips had parted.  I expected him to turn me all the way onto my back, straddle my chest, and throat-fuck me.  Or better still, raise me onto my knees and, with my hands still restrained behind my back, loom over me while I sucked his cock.  And while I was hungry for him, anticipating the familiar taste and the telltale throb of his member between my lips, I was very pleased when he instead turned me once again onto my stomach and raised my hips.  I knew what was coming.

Jack’s hands were warm against my cheeks.  He spread me open once again and I waited, face pressed into the bed, anticipating his next move.  After several tense, breathless seconds he shifted his weight, and rather than feeling his expert probing tongue on my ass it was his steel-hard cock against the slick lips of my pussy.  He didn’t make me wait long before plunging into me as deeply as I’d ever felt him, filling me completely.  His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet every powerful forward thrust.

I love it when Jack holds onto my hips while he rides me from behind.  It’s exhilarating to feel his fingers against my flesh, his hands pulling me insistently onto him.  Other times his hands find their way to my nipples or my clit, and although I do love that, when Jack is fucking me doggy style there’s one thing that I want his hands to do more than any other.  When I felt him twist my hair around his fingers, I wondered if I was married to a mind reader.  He pulled deftly, lifting my face up from the blankets  in which it had been buried, and continued to pound.

I knew he was close when he began to huff breathlessly, and in seconds his sounds turned into intense moans of orgasm.  As he flooded me with burst after burst of hot cum, Jack collapsed against my back.  I felt gentle kisses on my neck, then my shoulders.  I wanted to reciprocate but I still couldn’t move, partially because of his weight on top of me, and partially because of the restraints.  At last Jack removed them, setting them down on his nightstand.  My arms were tingly, not used to their newfound freedom.  So he took me in his arms and we kissed, and then we went to sleep.

-Jill

Formspring Friday: The Dark Side

If you’re looking for our Flash Fiction Friday story, it can be found here.

What is your darkest desire?

It doesn’t get much darker than this.
Jack’s Answer
I hate questions like these.  Let me rephrase that:  I have nothing against questions like these, but I always feel like my answer is going to sound like a cop-out, or like I’m otherwise not being completely honest.  I want to do the question justice and give an in-depth, thoughtful response, or at the very least a response that does a better job answering the question than I suspect I’ll be able to give.
The truth is, I don’t have any especially dark desires.  Most of my fantasies and desires are, for lack of a better word, typical.  They’re the kind of thing that I’ll wager most guys are into:  Multiple women, blowjobs, fucking, orgasms, whatever.  These things are mainstream.  And while I’m certain that there are those who would regard much of what turns me on as out-there and unattainably exotic, these people are beyond vanilla.
The stuff that I enjoy that isn’t typical – voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex – is still not all that dark.  I don’t really go for the so-called taboo stuff.  I’m not secretly into guys.  Pegging doesn’t turn me on.  I’m not particularly wowed by BDSM, at least not to the extent that many of our fellow bloggers are.  Femdom?  Not my thing.  Rape fantasies?  Meh.  Never really saw the appeal, personally.  Furries?  Seems like a lot of work to me, though I can admit to finding those costumes visually impressive.  
Okay, you’re really going to make me come up with something dark, aren’t you?  Something you wouldn’t necessarily know to look at me?  How about the fact that I love to rim Jill, especially when she’s fresh from the shower?  It’s true.  Her ass tastes sweeter than most vaginas I’ve sampled, and I could do it for hours.  Read about it in this week’s Wanton Wednesday.
The thought of watching Jill have sex with another guy is hot as well.  If it was something I was certain she was really into, I’d indulge her in a heartbeat.  I don’t think what I’m talking about is cuckolding, exactly; I don’t want to be cheated on, and I’m not into the humiliation factor that I understand most cuckolds enjoy.  For me, the appeal of this fantasy is split between the voyeurism aspect and knowing that Jill is enjoying herself.
Jill’s Answer
While I would consider myself kinky, I don’t think my sexual desires are the kind of things that most people would consider dark.  When I hear the word “dark” in relation to sex, it brings to my mind things like humiliation, rape fantasy play, extremely painful types of bondage, bloodplay, coprophilia, necrophilia, and even bestiality.  These are things that do not turn me on.
On the other hand, a lot of the things that do turn me on are the kind of kinks that I believe I would be judged for enjoying.  Most people would probably regard them as kinky at the least, if not flat-out dark.  These turn-ons include group sex (especially two or more men interacting with me at once), mild BDSM (including being blidnfolded and restrained, though never gagged as my mouth needs to be accessible at all times), and equal parts exhibitionism and voyeurism.
My darkest desire, then, would involve being with two or more men.  I would be blindfolded and likely restrained as well, probably handcuffed or tied to a bed.  The men begin touching me:  Kissing my lips, sucking my breasts, slapping their cocks against my face, fingering my dripping pussy.  I have to guess who is kissing me, touching me, fucking me.  I am restrained, so I am not allowed to touch them at first.  Later, maybe the roles can be reversed.  The men are tied up and blindfolded, and I get to experiment with my dominant side.
I mentioned that I’m really into exhibitionism and voyeurism.  With regard to the indulgence of my exhibitionist side, it turns out that the room we’re playing in has a full-length (wall-to-wall) two-way mirror, and there is an audience seated on the other side.  I can’t see them or hear them, but I know they’re there, and the thrill of being ravished by several hot, hung guys (and later having my way with them) is intensified by the knowledge that our every move is being watched.  Maybe it’s being recorded as well.  After it was all over, what better way to indulge my voyeuristic tendencies than by watching the recording over and over again.
Oh, and this isn’t exactly an established fantasy of mine.  I came up with it on the spot.  You’re welcome!
If you want to ask us anything, drop us a line on Formspring, or use the handy Formspring widget on the right-hand side of our blog.  We like sexy questions!  To see who else participated this week, visit Twitter and search for #FormspringFriday!

Flash Fiction Friday: On a Summer’s Day

(Source image unknown; provided some time ago by the lovely Lexi)

The shorts were tight, her denim vest hugging her breasts.  She liked the looks she got from men as she walked.  Soaking up their lascivious smiles, she flipped her hair seductively, returning their hopeful winks with a hint of mischief.
As she reached the end of the boardwalk she unbuttoned her top, pretending not to see their wide-eyed stares.  She let the garment hang from her shoulders and unbuttoned her shorts, dropping them to the pavement.  She wore no panties.
Casting the top from her shoulders, she stood at the edge of the boardwalk and leapt into the water. (99/100)
Behind the Scenes
For the first time in eight weeks, this Flash Fiction Friday prompt was provided by Insatiabear.  The requirements were one hundred words or less (barely made it!) and the phrase “…a hint of mischief…”
I looked at the prompt on Tuesday and didn’t immediately have any concrete thoughts of what the story would be.  I liked the idea of portraying the young woman as a free spirit, the sort who might walk through a crowded public market or other venue – in this case a boardwalk – so scantily clad that most would consider it indecent exposure.  However, after taking a long look at the prompt photo the story wasn’t exactly writing itself.
I returned to the prompt on Thursday during a rare half hour of silence, and simply began writing.  In this case while the story didn’t write itself, it was more or less effortless.  While the hundred-word limit added to the challenge, I knew going in that I wasn’t going to be able to get too in-depth.  What resulted was less a story than a vignette, a window into the life of the character depicted that provides insight into who she is, and hopefully leaves the reader wanting more.
Deleted Scenes
As is my bent, I planned on ending the story with some manner of twist.  I considered that the young girl’s shameless striptease and au naturel swim is actually a figment of her imagination, and she’s stuck working a desk job on the hottest day of the year – a job that coincidentally happens to overlook the thriving boardwalk where her imaginary walk occurred.  Additionally, rather than being the sort of vibrant, adventurous woman who would take such a walk, in reality the protagonist is a frumpy, unconfident person who aspires to that sort of freedom.  In the end, I couldn’t make it fit.  It’s just as well; the story works as a vignette.
The story originally began with “She traveled along the boardwalk, feeling the warm summer sun on her skin.”  This was cut due to lack of space.
Soundtrack
This vignette is all about confidence.  I considered Liz Phair’s “Extraordinary”, but given the overly mainstream feel of Phair’s 2003 self-titled album from which it came I considered that “Extraordinary” would’ve made the preceedings feel like a chick flick.  From a musical standpoint a better fit might be her 1994 song “Supernova” – the tempo seems a better fit – even though it’s a woman’s ode to a prospective lover and not an ode to herself as is “Extraordinary.”  For a more fast-paced, urban accompaniment, Neneh Cherry’s “Buffalo Stance” would work as well, especially with its “Who’s lookin’ good today?” refrain.
If you’d like to take part in the fun, or see who else participated this week, check out Insatiabear.

The Naughty Hangout: Deflowered

For this week’s The Naughty Hangout, we decided to interpret the main theme, “Flowers”, as well as one of the backup themes, “Vanity”.  
I love this skirt.  It feels soft on my legs and my ass.  It’s loose, and cool enough to wear on a warm night.  It’s dark enough to wear someplace formal, but comfortable enough for lounging around the house.  

Jack thinks it looks even better on our bedroom floor.

Go see who else is being naughty this week!

-Jill

Last Night, Part 2

Read Part 1 here.
When I got into bed, Jack produced a pair of handcuffs and thumbcuffs.  Planning to use these in our Sinful Sunday shoot, he suggested I put on a black bra and a black thong, as they would contrast nicely with my skin and make for some visually interesting shots.  After I did that, I got onto my knees, and he pulled my arms back, fastening the handcuffs around one wrist and then the other with a definitive ‘click’.  I felt the familiar cold of the metal clamp tightly against my skin.  It had been quite some time since I’d been bound in this manner.
Feeling the other cuffs close around my thumbs was a new sensation.  They had been in Jack’s nightstand drawer for years, but we’d never used them.  He clicked them into place until they pinched my thumbs.  It was a strange feeling.  Even if the handcuffs were removed, I would still be unable to move my arms until the thumbcuffs were taken off as well.  He asked me to lower myself onto the bed with my ass in the air.  But without the use of my hands I just couldn’t do it.  I wasn’t used to being so dependent on him, and it made me nervous.  Per my request, Jack helped lower me onto the bed, my face coming to rest on a fuzzy light brown blanket.  
As he began snapping pictures, feelings of claustrophobia came over me.  I gasped for breath, more out of fear than out of any actual obstruction.  I heard Jack speak reassuringly as he continued taking pictures, but after awhile I had to adjust my body onto one side just to convince myself that I could if the position got to be too much.  Jack took a few pictures in the new position, and then gently set me down on my face again.  I was much more comfortable now, knowing that I could move out of this position if it became necessary to do so.  I didn’t have to move much, though.  Jack was the one who climbed onto the bed, and then a nearby chair, in order to get the shots he wanted.  
The photoshoot lasted an hour or so.  Most of our photoshoots tend to last that long, yielding in some cases more than two hundred pictures.  However, this was the first time that I spent an entire shoot so restrained.  I was very relieved when Jack set the camera down, though he didn’t remove the cuffs.  Instead, I felt him pull my thong aside.  I gasped with anticipation.  Would he finger my pussy?  Slip his undoubtedly hard cock deep inside me?  No, he had other plans.  Just what those plans entailed became apparent when I felt his tongue.  And not on my pussy, either.

He spread my ass wide, stroking with long, strong movements of his tongue.  His fingers eventually found my clit, engorged and throbbing with need.  As the palm of his hand cupped my pussy, Jack’s able fingers moved in a circular fashion, swirling around my erect, desperate bud.  The rhythm of his hand matched that of his tongue, and it wasn’t long before I was lying in a puddle, slowly catching my breath and very satisfied.

-Jill

Retro HNT: Rabbit Trick

“Rabbit Trick”, posted June 10, 2010

In 2010, we posted fifty-two consecutive weeks of pictures at OHNT.  We’re posting them on our blog, one per week.  They can be found here, along with background information and all the comments they received.

TMI Tuesday: May 8, 2012 – M is for Masturbation

Jack’s Answers
1. How often do you masturbate?
I shoot for once daily during the week, but it’s not always possible.  I have an extremely active two-year-old who doesn’t like to be penned up long enough for me to shower, much less have a prolonged encounter with myself.  It’s not as bad as it was when I wrote this; she’s grown much more self-reliant of late than she was even six months ago.  But normally, if I can masturbate three or four times a week, I’m happy with that.  
2. What are you doing to celebrate Masturbation month?
Jill and I are trying to masturbate at least once a day every day.  So far we’ve both been successful – some days we’ve even had more than one – and we’ll do our best to continue at this pace for as long as we can, even into June if possible.  As I said in my answer to #1, it isn’t always easy to sneak off for some self-love, though the reward is always well worth the effort.
3. Do you like to watch your partner masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. Not really, it’s boring.
d. No, it’s a turn off.
e. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
What?  No (f), I’ve never experienced it and I don’t want to?  Whatever…  Okay, seriously:  I’ll definitely go with (a), as watching a woman masturbate is one of the hottest things I can imagine.  Watching a woman masturbate is the kind of thing I used to fantasize about when I was younger and dated women who didn’t masturbate, didn’t know how, weren’t comfortable with their bodies or the idea of being watched, or had been raised to believe that masturbation was somehow wrong or unhealthy.  I feel sorry for these women, and I hope they’ve corrected their sexual attitudes for the sake of whoever they eventually married.
4. Do you let your partner watch you masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on to be watched.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. No, it’s embarrassing.
d. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
Of course I have.  I’m an exhibitionist.  I’ve let people who weren’t my partner watch me masturbate.  I hope they enjoyed it.  

5. Mutual masturbation? Yay or Nay?
Yay.  Very yay.  Other than intercourse, I sometimes eschew sexual activities that see both of us actively working toward the other’s orgasm at the same time; if I’m trying to make Jill cum, I want to enjoy the experience of her orgasm (as well as the buildup leading to it) without feeling like I have to also experience orgasm in order to justify her efforts.  It’s for this reason that we rarely sixty-nine.  That said, if we’re engaging in mutual masturbation it’s generally done as foreplay.  There’s no pressure to climax, and a good time is had by all.

6. If you had an all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco to attend Masturbate-a-thon 2012 would you go and masturbate? Why or Why not?
An all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco?  So, in other words if someone bought us a sixteenth of a tank of gas?

Admittedly, a sixteenth of a tank of gas isn’t as cheap as it was in the early 1990s.

The Center for Sex & Culture
Sunday, May 27, 10am-midnight
Arrive by 9pm
$40 minimum self-sponsorship; or bring sponsorship form with pledges

All genders, all orientations welcome to explore self-pleasure in a supportive group environment. Check the next newsletter for more detail about this year’s Thon, and join us to Come for a Cause!

All donations and pledges support CSC’s operations and programs.
Bonus: Are you addicted to masturbating?
I enjoy masturbation, both alone and with a partner, and I definitely get a lot of emotional and physical pleasure out of a self-induced orgasm.  It’s quite possibly the greatest of life’s simple pleasures.  To say that I’m addicted, though, would be an exaggeration of Rob Liefeldian proportions.

 This is not a healthy spine! This woman is clearly injured!

Jill’s Answers

1. How often do you masturbate?
I try to masturbate between four and six times during the average week.  During my work week, I usually get myself off in the shower, either with a waterproof vibrator or the hand-held showerhead.  I find that this really helps me focus and have a great day at work.  Of course, it’s likely that I will masturbate at other times during the typical day, especially if Jack and I are having sex.  We try to make masturbation a regular part of our sex play.

Not the “sex play” we were referring to.
2. What are you doing to celebrate Masturbation month?
Jack and I are really making a point of masturbating every day in order to celebrate Masturbation Month.  Additionally we are planning to attend Masturbate-a-Thon at the Center for Sex and Culture on May 27th.  
3. Do you like to watch your partner masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. Not really, it’s boring.
d. No, it’s a turn off.
e. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
I’ll go with (a), yes, it turns me on.  I love watching Jack masturbate.  There is something really sexy about a hot man who knows exactly what he likes and how to handle himself.  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and catch Jack masturbating in bed beside me, especially if he’s stayed up much later than I have.  Sometimes I get to help him along or at least clean him up afterwards.  Other times, though, I know that he just wants a quick orgasm before bed and I don’t interrupt, even though I really want to and in fact the realization that he’s masturbating really gets me hot.

The realization that he’s folding laundry gets me even hotter.

4. Do you let your partner watch you masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on to be watched.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. No, it’s embarrassing.
d. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.
Again, I have to go with (a).  It really turns me on to be watched while I masturbate.  I love having an audience, though Jack often joins in to help, or massages my thighs and feet while I pleasure myself.  He usually buries his face right in my pussy once I start to cum, or kisses me passionately.  If I ask, I sometimes get to suck his cock while cumming.  Now this I love!

5. Mutual masturbation? Yay or Nay?
Oh yeah!  Heck yeah!  That’s even more fun than solo masturbation.

Rowr.

6. If you had an all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco to attend Masturbate-a-thon 2012 would you go and masturbate? Why or Why not?
Luckily we are within driving distance and we plan on attending provided that we can find a babysitter for the day-long event.  We can’t wait!  I’m a little nervous, but very excited about a possible new experience.  I’m sure we will blog all about it.

http://masturbate2012.tumblr.com/


The Center for Sex & Culture
Sunday, May 27, 10am-midnight
Arrive by 9pm
$40 minimum self-sponsorship; or bring sponsorship form with pledges


All genders, all orientations welcome to explore self-pleasure in a supportive group environment. Check the next newsletter for more detail about this year’s Thon, and join us to Come for a Cause!


All donations and pledges support CSC’s operations and programs.

Bonus: Are you addicted to masturbating?
I enjoy it, but I wouldn’t say that I’m addicted to it.  I don’t have to touch myself everytime I have two minutes of privacy.  While I love masturbation, I much prefer being touched by someone else, and if I had to choose, I’d give up masturbation long before I’d ever give up sex.

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!