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bestsexwriting2008 Best Sex Writing 2008

Best Sex Writing 2008” by Cleis Press, is compilation of twenty-one provocative personal essays, sex journalism, and sex blogging that all focus on that one “dirty” word: sex.  In her introduction, Rachel writes: “Sex. One little word, so much drama. One little word, so many interpretations, definitions, permutations.”  Sex may be the only thing that links these essays, for they are all written from an eclectic range of voices with unique perspectives, exploring a diverse range of topics from sexual culture, sex work, sex toys and health, gender identity, race and crime.

While all of the essays were provocative, revealing information on numerous topics I had not considered, some really grabbed my attention including Ashlea Halpern’s graphic “Battle of the Sexless.”  This edgy essay examines-with razor-sharp detail-the agonizing journey through voluntary (sometimes self) castration and eunuch culture.  It reveals what motivates men to go to such extreme measures to become genderless and rid themselves of their testosterone-producing overactive libidos.  Castration, for reasons other than oncological, is considered “taboo surgery” in the medical community; so many men who want to get “cut” must resort to the “subculture of underground cutters willing to perform guerrilla surgeries in motel rooms, at medical fetish clubs, and just over the Mexican border.”  Although this article may make you cringe, it is not written for its shock value alone, but is treated with compassion.  A must read.

Another very intriguing article was Trixie Fontaine in “Menstruation: Porn’s Last Taboo.”  Oddly enough, I could identify with this piece very much as my study of film and feminist art has centered around the “abject” and the “monstrous feminine” which analyzes the role of women in the horror genre and the fascination with the bleeding female body as seen as the all-devouring vagina or vagina dentata.  Fontaine explores the veiled eroticism in menstruation porn, and the obscenity laws and double standards in the porn industry that accepts some body secretions (semen) as acceptable, while others (like menstrual blood) are seen as obscene and offensive.

Kelly Rouba’s “Tough Love,” is a first-person account of sexual ecstasy and disability, as she describes the challenges and frustrations as well as joys and accomplishments she and others who have physical disabilities experience while trying to achieve a fulfilling sex life.  This was a great article and a topic that isn’t written about enough.  When we think of sex, we often think in terms of able-bodied people.  Rouba notes that, “When we broaden our concept of sex, then it’s more inclusive.”

“Surface Tensions” by Jen Cross, stood out because of the personal style and nature of the piece.  It is an intimate journal narrative written in stream-of-consciousness style that explores the author’s struggle to cope with her conflicting gender identity and how she is perceived by other queers in the lesbian community based on her “surface” appearance.  This essay was emotionally and creatively articulated, and as a reader I could almost feel the tensions and emotional scars that lay buried just beneath the surface like violin strings ready to snap.

Another one of my favorite essays was Greta Christina’s “Buying Obedience: My Visit to a Pro Submissive.”  This piece is a spellbinding glimpse into the world of sex work, when a former stripper desires to experience sex work from the other side, as a consumer who pays for a professional submissive.  Written in four parts, it explores the liaison from first conceptualization, to her fears and expectations and the encounter itself, then finally her analysis of it afterward.  The writing is sexually charged and riveting, and one feels as though they are a fly on the wall in the house of lust-created within the reader’s mind.

Sex bloggers Lux Nightmare and Melissa Gira’s “The Pink Ghetto: A Four Part Series” looks into the complex world of writing for sex and the stigmatization of having to deal with their “fringe identities.” They explain mainstream’s view that only sluts write about sex which leads to them getting “blackballed (pinkballed?) from any kind of ‘legitimate’ work”.

Finally, other interesting reads include “Dangerous Dildos,” Tristan Taormino’s investigation into the phthalate sex toy debate; and “Sex in Iran” by Pari Esfandiari and Richard Buskin that uncovers the sex and drugs culture of Islamic youth whose ideals clash with the fundamentalist authority.

Best Sex Writing 2008 is a must read for those who want to be intellectually stimulated by provocative essays that explore the edges of sexuality, and as Rachel notes at the end of her introduction: “[like] good sex should do: leave[s] you wanting more.”  Rachel Kramer Bussel certainly has her finger on the pulse of the world of sex writing.

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IN THE FLESH EROTIC READING SERIES
GLBT NIGHT

THURSDAY, June 19th at 8 PM

AT HAPPY ENDING LOUNGE, 302 BROOME STREET, NYC
(B/D to Grand, J/M/Z to Bowery, F to Delancey or F/V to 2nd Avenue. Awning says “Xie He Health” )
Admission: Free
Happy Ending Lounge: 212-334-9676
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In The Flesh’s third annual GLBT Night offers up a wide range of the queer writing, from Cris Beam reading her entry “dyke” from Ellen Sussman’s anthology Dirty Words: A Literary Encyclopedia of Sex, to Selfish and Perverse author Bob Smith, spoken word performer Aimee Herman, and erotica writers Amie M. Evans and Cecilia Tan (reading from her new collection White Flames), both based in Massachusetts, and Charlie Vazquez (Best Gay Erotica).Hosted by Rachel Kramer Bussel (editor of First-Timers, Glamour Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica, Up All Night). Free candy and cupcakes will be served.

dirty girls Dirty Girls: Erotica for Women | Virtual Book tour

I know it’s April Fools’ Day but it’s no joke that Rachel Kramer Bussel’s new anthology, Dirty Girls:Erotica for Women is out. I was flipping through my copy and it made me almost seriously late to work.

We’re kicking off the virtual book tour with an excerpt from her story, “Icy Hot:

I was totally aroused, but slightly nervous as well, not that he’d harm me in any way, but I just didn’t know what to expect. What if the limax of our day, so to speak, had already happened as I traced yself with ice before his, and the storekeeper’s, eyes? I needn’t ave worried. “Relax, sit,” he said, guiding me to a sumptuous chair, onveniently placed right in front of his working air conditioner, efore whipping off his shirt. I only got a brief glimpse of his firm, muscular chest before I sank into my new throne and relaxed instantly, orcing any doubts from my mind. He stayed behind me and pushed my head forward slightly so he could massage my neck, his powerful ingers digging into my sweaty skin, pushing deep, their effect rippling through my body. It almost felt like he were touching my pussy, and when his tongue brushed against the back of my neck, I huddered, almost crying out as I gripped the sides of the chair. The hilly air blowing against me, combined with his magic hands and hot tongue, had my nipples hard.

I forgot about the fact that I didn’t really know him at all. Sometimes, in a city of millions of strangers, you just have to take a hance and let your body make the decisions for you, as I’ve learned over the years. And my body was saying yes, please, more, harder. I leaned forward, offering him my skin, and he accepted, lifting my top over my head. I liked having my back to him, a sudden bout of shyness making me want to keep my breasts to myself for a few moments, let him get to know them slowly. He took his time, leaving his hot breath on my neck and shoulder blades, suckling on each earlobe, until I feltonce again like I was melting. Somehow, despite feeling like I was going to die from heatstroke earlier that day, I wanted the heat this man was causing inside me, I wanted him to make me burn with desire.

He kept going, saying little save for grunts, moans and murmurs of approval as he wet my backside with his tongue. “Put your arms on the side of the chair,” he said, and I instinctively did as I was told. Simply responding to his order sent shivers all along my body as I waited to see what he’d do next. What he did was beyond anything I could have imagined. The first shock of it had me clutching the chair arms so tightly I thought I might break them. He’d taken an ice cubeand began rubbing it against my skin—starting at my belly, right above the droopy waistband of my skirt. I squirmed, ticklish, yet also overwhelmingly turned on as trickles of icy water dripped down my stomach while he moved the melting cube against my belly. I didn’t know if he was going to head south or north, nor which one I preferred. My entire body was calling out for this stranger’s touch.

He let the chill settle against the cloth of my skirt, clinging to me, before taking the ice and running it up my stomach, between my breasts, then around each nipple. My hard little buds strained forward; I looked down to see them anxiously trying to get his attention. He was crouched before me, staring at my skin as he made it pucker and goosebump, contract and retreat, reach and react. He kept going with that one piece of ice, which had now become the world’s most powerful sex toy. He ignored my nipples and brought it up to my neck, then along the edges of my face, chilled streams of water trickling down my body. He rubbed the cube over my brow, then down my nose. My lips parted into an automatic O, my mind forming an image of his cock as I did so, but it wasn’t his cock he fed me at that moment. He pushed the ice, along with two of his salty, sweaty fingers, between my lips, and I closed them, sucking hard. With each swallow, I tried to pull him in tighter. With the ice lodged against the roof of my mouth, I felt my pussy tighten as well.

She’s also got a blog for the book, where you can read more about the contributors. Happy one handed reading, sweeties.

“Last night I tied up Santa Clause and then I also tortured his balls. Some say that is an edgy scene, but on that I have to disagree, I really have nothing to lose, because face, it, I’m a Jew.”

Lolita’s a little hoarse because she’d had a cold, but she reads in her inimitable style about her adventures with Don Quixote.

BEST SEX WRITING 2008 BOOK RELEASE PARTY AND READING!

Featuring editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, Rachel Shukert (“Big Mouth trikes Again: An Oral Report”), Lux Nightmare (“The Pink Ghetto”), iriam Datskovsky (“Absolut Nude”), and Liz Langley (“Sex and the Single Septuagenarian”). Free cupcakes from Kumquat Cupcakery will be served, and books will be available for sale and signing.

About Best Sex Writing 2008: The best sex journalism of the year in one unforgettable book Do Jewish girls give better blowjobs? What does it mean to be a modern-day eunuch? Does abstinence-only sex education work? Would you want to work in the pink ghetto or live in the glass closet? How”hung” are African-American men? What happens to a celebrity sex tape star in Iran? Best Sex Writing 2008 answers these questions (and raises many more) as it probes the inner lives of those on the front lines — political, personal, and cultural — of lust.

From dangerous dildos to professional submissives, the erotic appeal of twins, sex work, pornography and much more, these authors delve into the underbelly of eroticism. Probing stereotypes, truths, and the tricky areas in between, Best Sex Writing 2008 opens the bedroom door and explores the complexity of modern sexuality with thought-provoking, cutting-edge essays and articles.

Date: Tuesday, January 22, 7 pm – 9 pm
Location: Rapture Cafe, 200 Avenue A (between 12th and 13th), NYC
Cost: FREE