Pretty much the cutest proposal ever.
FTQK loves straight people too! Especially when they come up with such great, inventive, and adorable ways to express their love for one another. Comment with links if you have other adorable proposal videos. :-)
Stay cool, queer kids.
I have been le waaaaayyyy busy lately, so here’s something entertaining a friend forwarded to me.
The headline for this charming piece of literature: “Burly rugby player has a stroke after freak gym accident… wakes up gay and becomes a hairdresser.” Apparently this isn’t a completely isolated occurrence. Another man from Malvern, Worcestershire had a similar stroke and woke up with the ability to paint with great detail and skill, even though he’d never learned before. I’ve read about a women of Pennsylvania dutch heritage that woke up after her stroke with the ability to speak fluent German, though she’d never studied it.
I’m no neuroscientist, so I can’t really explain why this happens, but its a fascinating phenomenon.
Stay cool, queer kids. And hang in there, another real entry will be coming this weekend.
Just for fun this friday morning, here is Gloria Steinem’s wonderful essay, “If Men Could Menstruate,” originally published in the 1978 issue of Ms. Magazine and found here by me.
If Men Could Menstruate
by Gloria Steinem
A white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking that a white skin makes people superior – even though the only thing it really does is make the more subject to ultraviolet rays and to wrinkles. Male human beings have built whole cultures around the idea that penis envy is “natural” to women – though having such an unprotected organ might be said to make men vulnerable, and the power to give birth makes womb envy at least as logical.
In short, the characteristics of the powerful, whatever they may be, are thought to be better than the characteristics of the powerless – and logic has nothing to do with it.
What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?
The answer is clear – menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event:
Men would brag about how long and how much.
Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties.
Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts.
Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali’s Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields – “For Those Light Bachelor Days,” and Robert “Baretta” Blake Maxi-Pads.)
Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation (“men-struation”) as proof that only men could serve in the Army (“you have to give blood to take blood”), occupy political office (“can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?”), be priest and ministers (“how could a woman give her blood for our sins?”) or rabbis (“without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean”).
Male radicals, left-wing politicians, mystics, however, would insist that women are equal, just different, and that any woman could enter their ranks if she were willing to self-inflict a major wound every month (“you MUST give blood for the revolution”), recognize the preeminence of menstrual issues, or subordinate her selfness to all men in their Cycle of Enlightenment. Street guys would brag (“I’m a three pad man”) or answer praise from a buddy (“Man, you lookin’ good!”) by giving fives and saying, “Yeah, man, I’m on the rag!” TV shows would treat the subject at length. (“Happy Days”: Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still “The Fonz,” though he has missed two periods in a row.) So would newspapers. (SHARK SCARE THREATENS MENSTRUATING MEN. JUDGE CITES MONTHLY STRESS IN PARDONING RAPIST.) And movies. (Newman and Redford in “Blood Brothers”!)
Men would convince women that intercourse was more pleasurable at “that time of the month.” Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself – though probably only because they needed a good menstruating man.
Of course, male intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguments. How could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics, or measurement, for instance, without that in-built gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets – and thus for measuring anything at all? In the rarefied fields of philosophy and religion, could women compensate for missing the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death-and-resurrection every month?
Liberal males in every field would try to be kind: the fact that “these people” have no gift for measuring life or connecting to the universe, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.
And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine traditional women agreeing to all arguments with a staunch and smiling masochism. (“The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month”: Phyllis Schlafly. “Your husband’s blood is as sacred as that of Jesus – and so sexy, too!”: Marabel Morgan.) Reformers and Queen Bees would try to imitate men, and pretend to have a monthly cycle. All feminists would explain endlessly that men, too, needed to be liberated from the false idea of Martian aggressiveness, just as women needed to escape the bonds of menses envy. Radical feminist would add that the oppression of the nonmenstrual was the pattern for all other oppressions (“Vampires were our first freedom fighters!”) Cultural feminists would develop a bloodless imagery in art and literature. Socialist feminists would insist that only under capitalism would men be able to monopolize menstrual blood . . . .
In fact, if men could menstruate, the power justifications could probably go on forever.
If we let them.
I consider myself to be fairly well-informed and open-minded when it comes to sex. Even if I don’t engage in particular practices, I’m generally ok with the idea of someone else doing them, as long as it’s mutually consensual and is done safely. But occasionally I run across something that reminds me how limited even my view of sexuality can be.
Enter: The Human Sex Map. If any of you follow XKCD comics, this is reminiscent of his Online Communities Map, only the Sex Map is interactive. You can mark activities you liked, didn’t like, want to try, or simply like to fantasize about.
But this map…made me feel incredibly square. I will admit that I had to look up AT LEAST half a dozen of the terms on the map, just to be able to have some idea what they were. While a few, like “bastinado” and “figging,” I’ve heard of but simply couldn’t remember what they were. But others, like dacrylagnia or hotwifing, I had no idea even existed.
I filled out the map and was almost…disappointed in my preferences. Seeing the array and variety of ways that sexual expression can manifest, my few pinpricks on the maps seemed almost comical for a woman whose devoted so much of her attention to a blog ABOUT SEXUALITY.
But to each his/her/hir own.
Anyway, if you’d like, please use the comments to mention anything you aren’t familiar with, or are vaguely familiar with but would like to know more about, and I’ll write about it. Also, I challenge you to fill out the map to the best of your abilities and look at all the other aspects of human sexuality, trying to suspend judgement. It’s harder than you think.
Perhaps the most terrifying, yet hypnotizing lists I’ve seen in a while. It’s like a car crash- awful, yet you can’t look away.
12 Most Ridiculous Vibrators that Really Exist. Thank you, Holy Taco.
Love me some Butch/Femme dynamics. This video is hysterical. Enjoy guys, and sorry about the post being late. The girlfriend just came home and I wanted to spend every waking second with her. Also, I had a little too much wine to post coherently.
Stay cool, queer kids.
Time to spread some laughs with our next installment of rainbow lolz- stumbled across this collection of biblical head-scratchers (meant to poke fun at people who use the bible to condemn homosexuals) while trolling the forums a few years back. It still makes me laugh.
Why Can’t I Own A Canadian?
I think I’ve figured out the balance to this blog- something funny and light after any super-serious heavy reading. Sound good?
I found this one a while back (might have been a forward from the gf)-New York’s “The Daily Intel” features a slice of life from…
The Lesbian Music Producer in an Often Sex-Free Relationship
Check it out.
After such a heavy post, I thought you might want something funny to lighten your weekend. So I present to you…
THE PERILS OF LESBIANITY