The Sex and Society Blog

Keeping with our politics theme…

Good Vibrations, the SF-based sex toy company, is offering a “stimulus package” promotion on bundled products priced at 30% off or more. The deal start today and runs through the end of February.

Find out more on their website, which is obviously not appropriate for office viewing.

Dr. Susan Block hosts an orgy for Obama in LA on 1/24. You can register to participate or to watch it online.

RealDolls are anatomically correct human dolls that lonely people have sex with. And since we all know that lonely people are prone to violent outbursts of expression it’s not surprising that RealDolls occasionally break from excessive use. And who are you going to call when that happens? Why Slade Fiero, America’s sex-doll repairman.

Details has a lengthy profile of Mr. Fiero in its current issue.

Good friend RR passes along this story about how gardening for 30 minutes a day, five days a week, might be more effective than Viagra for boosting a man’s sex drive.

Left unreported in the study is whether gardening that often makes you kinda gay, sorta gay, or just plain gay.

HarperPerennial is releasing ten works of classical erotica for series called Forbidden Classics. The works range from the 18th-century to the 20th and the first set is being released today.

Here is a description of one of the works, My Secret Life:

‘My Secret Life’ is a dark work of Victorian erotica, and an explicit memoir of unspoken desires in the English class system — encapsulating the joy of hidden sins in an age of moral fervour. Would you undress with the curtains open? A champagne-drinking Victorian traveller, Walter is lascivious, obnoxious and possessed of an insatiable sexual appetite. Through a bawdy catalogue of indecent scenarios with maids, widows and wenches, he solicits an indulgent exploration of the flesh. His obsessions, fantasies and voyeuristic tendencies are explored and revealed within this diary — one of the most famous examples of Victorian erotic literature from the decadent era. Only six copies of ‘My Secret Life’ were initially printed in 1888. Attempts to republish the book resulted in the novel being repeatedly banned.

You now have no reason not to start a book club.

Turns out young people overestimate how often they use condoms when having sex. The study’s sample was restricted to young people, but it’s not hard to imagine this finding holding true across all ages. People chronically — perhaps constitutionally — slant their conceptions towards what they consider favorable. For instance, a good rule of thumb for estimating how many calories you consumed in a given day is to make a guess…and then add 40%. Not only do folks overestimate how often they use condoms but they underestimate how much they eat.

It’s about damn time those nerds working at NASA came up with something useful. I mean, space ice cream was pretty cool when you were like ten years old, but once you hit puberty you basically spend the rest of your life looking for pleasurable things to stick you dick into. (1) And space ice cream is totally unsatisfying in this regard.

Enter: The Real Touch (NSFW)

The device looks like a piece of machinery for grinding small animals into meat encased in a device straight out of the future, although when a NASA scientist designs the damn thing I guess that’s par for the course.

The Reach Touch costs $150 and the video on the website explains in depth just what makes this a revolutionary step in male sex toy technology — believe me, there’s a lot that separates this from a bottle of lube and one’s hand, including some sort of virtual sex technology — but one has to wonder if a NASA scientist is really the ideal person to determine whether a gadget adequately simulates the feeling of a pussy. I mean, really?

(props to long-lost friend MB for the tip)

1: Things not on that list include apple pie, a mouth with braces, and Ann Coulter.

An Australian woman accidentally (?) killed her husband after he burned to death from a fire that began on his penis, which she set aflame after discovering he was having an affair.

“His penis should belong to me. I wanted to burn his penis so it didn’t belong to anyone else.”

If Russell Crowe has taught us anything it’s that people in Australia are bat-shit insane. This is just further proof.