January 2006

Before closing out the day with our third report on the world-beating aggressiveness and go-ahead-and-stop-me-copper lunacy of some of our Hungarian womenfolk, we’d first like to give a big shout out to Belgium. For without the fathomless perversity and moral decrepitude of our good friends the Belgians, we never would have gotten wind of the following story of sex and violence so base and vile Satan Himself is probably wondering if He has the stomach to keep on reading.

The story, which comes from Belgian television via dailies La Derniere Heure and Népszabadság, involves a most unusual “wrestling competition” that was held at an unnamed hotel somewhere south of Budapest last August. At the event, 30 women, among them Belgians, Ukrainians, Russians and Germans (and, one has to assume, a few super-aggressive Hungarians) duked it out with each other, butt-naked, in front of about 70 people, many of them foreigners who had paid an “entry fee” ranging from €1,500 to €2,000. Members of the audience – almost all men – were also allowed to fight the female wrestlers, among other things.

According to the report, the competition featured not just hair-pulling and other catfight staples, but “violent sexual intercourse without condoms,” and even “forced prostitution.” The extravaganza was organized by an Austrian producer who used it to record an “erotic video.”

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[via Gridskipper]

Researchers find it shocking that 11 percent of American girls between 15 and 19 claim to have same-sex encounters. Clearly they’ve never observed the social rituals of the pansexual, bi-queer, metroflexible New York teen.

By Alex Morris

Alair is wearing a tight white tank top cut off above the hem to show her midriff. Her black cargo pants graze the top of her combat boots, and her black leather belt is studded with metal chains that drape down at intervals across her hips. She has long blonde curls that at various times have been dyed green, blue, red, purple, and orange. (“A mistake,” she says. “Even if you mean to dye your hair orange, it’s still a mistake.”) Despite the fact that she’s fully clothed, she seems somehow exposed, her baby fat lingering in all the right places. Walking down the sterile, white halls of Stuyvesant High School, she creates a wave of attention. She’s not the most popular girl in school, but she is well known. “People like me,” she wrote in an instant message. “Well, most of them.”

Alair is headed for the section of the second-floor hallway where her friends gather every day during their free tenth period for the “cuddle puddle,” as she calls it. There are girls petting girls and girls petting guys and guys petting guys. She dives into the undulating heap of backpacks and blue jeans and emerges between her two best friends, Jane and Elle, whose names have been changed at their request. They are all 16, juniors at Stuyvesant. Alair slips into Jane’s lap, and Elle reclines next to them, watching, cat-eyed. All three have hooked up with each other. All three have hooked up with boys—sometimes the same boys. But it’s not that they’re gay or bisexual, not exactly. Not always.

Their friend Nathan, a senior with John Lennon hair and glasses, is there with his guitar, strumming softly under the conversation. “So many of the girls here are lesbian or have experimented or are confused,” he says.

Ilia, another senior boy, frowns at Nathan’s use of labels. “It’s not lesbian or bisexual. It’s just, whatever . . . ”

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DEDHAM, Mass. (AP) — A dominatrix was acquitted of manslaughter Monday in the death of a New Hampshire man who prosecutors say suffered a fatal heart attack while strapped to a replica of a medieval torture device.

The jury in Norfolk Superior Court deliberated for eight hours over two days before finding Barbara Asher, 56, not guilty of involuntary manslaughter and dismemberment.

During his closing argument, prosecutor Robert Nelson re-enacted the bondage session that allegedly killed Michael Lord, 53, of North Hampton, N.H., in July 2000.

Donning a leather mask and speaking to the jury through the zippered mouth, he said Lord flailed about and died while strapped to the rack in a makeshift “dungeon” in Asher’s Quincy condominium. Nelson said Asher did nothing to help him for fear authorities would find out about her business.

Rachel Kramer Bussel interviews one of my favorite people in the world, Ellen Friedrichs, about being and becoming a sex educator:

Over the past five years, Ellen Friedrichs has given sex advice to hundreds of teenagers and adults, answering questions about penis size, pregnancy and orgasms, and has worked at the Museum of Sex, taught at Rutgers University and run sexuality workshops at high schools, NYU, Baruch College and many other institutions. Armed with a Masters in Human Sexuality Education, the 30-year-old, Brooklyn-based teacher, author and educator has set out to provide “saucy and scientific sex education and advice,” and has even taken her work to India, setting up sex ed curricula. She recently contributed to Best American Sex Essays 2005, with her piece “South Bronx Sex Ed” and is now working on a book focusing on the hidden lives of teenage girls. (Full disclosure: This interviewer is a friend of Friedrichs.)

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Susie Bright has a great post up about herpes: dispelling myths and offering suggestions for squashing fears of humankind’s second-most common virus.

Do you have a responsibility to tell your sex partners? This is a red herring. It assumes sexual guilt and confession— that you’re harboring some awful secret because of your disgusting past.

Start from this point instead: Assume everyone already has herpes.

The question is, what have you done about it? Does your lover know what’s up with herpes and their own self-care?

I use comdoms/safe sex precautions with new lovers whose health histories I’m not familiar with. Duh! I’m on Valtrex, and I have not had an outbreak since I started the drug. In this situation, it’s virtually impossible that I could “give” someone herpes— it’s been reduced to a theoretical rather than actual possibility. So no, I don’t bring up herpes automatically when I get asked out on a date.

Herpes info and treatment should be free. It should be OTC. Doctors across the board should have up-to-date info on the virus. This is still being treated like some nasty nympho-alley disease that we’re all supposed to be shocked to discover. What baloney. The more people start speaking openly about it, the sooner we’ll have public health policy that addresses it with sanity. We need a vaccine, not an abstinence lecture.

I know I always urge you to listen to my radio show, but this time, I want to reach out particularly to any of you who have herpes, or who have a lover/family member with herpes… don’t keep suffering. Dry your tears! Listen to my broadcast, (email me for a free coupon if you need to!) check out my links above, get an appointment with a STD clinic or sex-positive doctor. Get your ‘script and start the happy dance.

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