The Daily Telegraph
In a leading British daily, yet another wholesome use for that staple of a young Westerner’s life, the prophylactic, now more commonly called the condom or possibly “a good chew”:
I remember my first experience with a condom. It was a year before my GCSE exams: my classmates and I were just leaving a Citizenship class, and we were chewing on them like gum. They were mint flavored. We had just been taught how to put condoms on plastic penises as an introduction to our sexual lives—as if the Government had said: “Go on, you young rascals, go fornicate, because now we’ve told you you can.”
May 24, 2013
Life in the fast lane and the very confusing lane with Danielle and Cathleen, and who is this guy David?
In a recent HuffPost Gay Voices blog post, doctor and author Danielle Kaufman wrote about the day when she, still living as a man, learned her wife is a lesbian.
As shocking as that situation may have been, Cathleen, an artist, soon got a surprise of her own when Danielle, then living as David, confessed he was a gay man and then, soon after, revealed his intention to transition and live as a woman.
The couple, who remained legally married but reside separately, recently joined HuffPost Live to share their ironic, and in many ways, inspiring story.
“I was thinking about it for a couple of months and didn’t quite know how to tell him at the time,” Cathleen said. “I said let’s go to a restaurant. I need to tell you something.”
After Cathleen had broke the news to Kaufman that she thought she was a lesbian, Kaufman shared her own news.
“Without either of us talking to each other about it at the time, we both figured it out on our own separately,” Kaufman said. “I figured it out a few weeks before and I’m definitely interested in men. I had been thinking over the last week or two like how was I going to tell my wife because she’s going to be really upset.”
May 13, 2013
In an intellectual review that bid fair to surpass the New York Review of Books, Miss Jenna Lyons, creative director of J.Crew, makes some anatomical observations of a skeletal marvel from “four feet away.” Can you stand it?
My evening life revolves around Legos and hide-and-seek. I try to reserve time to go out on the nights that Beckett is with his dad. Mostly I see friends and go to dinner. I just went to see the Rolling Stones; Mick Jagger was four feet away from me. His hips move in a different direction than the rest of his body—he’s incredible. There is nothing more bizarre, though, than being at a concert and realizing everyone is your age and then realizing we’re all really damn old.
Some of the recreational uses of internal medicine as reported in a leading medical journal, the incomparable HuffPo:
A few weeks ago we introduced you to a brand new condom design that could revolutionize the way people have safer sex.
Now the trend continues with another new condom prototype from Origami Condoms, the R.A.I. (Receptive Anal Intercourse) condom, which the company claims is the world’s first to be specifically designed for this activity.
As the instructive video above shows, the condom utilizes columns that expand and contract inside the body during intercourse. Origami’s website offers two advantages to using the R.A.I. condom instead of a traditional condom:
1. Easy insertion method that positions and anchors the condom internally and 2. The tubular structure of the condom provides a natural internal liner for the penis in the internally lubricated condom.
The site also states that the condom is “intended to provide a receptive partner with the initiative to use a condom without negotiation.”
May 6, 2013
New York Times
Miss Maureen Dowd, one of the Clintons’ enduring Episodic Apologists, caught fantasizing on Bubba and Hillary, the heroin of Benghazi, just as her ship springs leaks and heads for the reefs:
The Clintons have emerged stronger on the back end of their scandals. For better or worse, Bill is seen as authentic. He is what he is. America’s ultimate survivors are now truly potent or dangerous, depending on how you look at it, because Americans love them Bridget Jones-style, just the way they are, warts and all. “Hillary eats scandals for breakfast,” Bill Maher said. “If the Republicans keep this up, she’ll not only be president, she’ll appoint Bill to the Supreme Court.”
May 19, 2013
Julian Bond, Chairman Emeritus of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, makes a bold attempt at being the Obama Administration’s next head of the IRS:
“I think it’s entirely legitimate to look at the tea party. I mean, here are a group of people who are admittedly racist, who are overtly political, who tried as best they can to harm President in every way they can,” Bond continued.
“They are the Taliban wing of American politics and we all ought to be a little worried about them,” Bond asserted.
When asked if his assessment of the Tea Party was “a little harsh,” Bond said that it was not. “The truth hurts,” Bond insisted.
May 14, 2013
The irrepressible Nation brings us all to mind of the Good Old Days:
Margaret Thatcher’s dead at last, and the pictures that crowd in speak of war and confrontation: riot police on horseback bringing their batons down on the heads of striking miners; cars in flames in Trafalgar Square during the poll tax riots; riots in Brixton and Toxteth against racist policing; US cruise missiles nestled behind the fence at Greenham Common; the infamous Sun headline—GOTCHA—when the Argentine cruiser Belgrano was sunk outside the Falklands exclusion zone; the ten IRA hunger strikers for political status dead in the Maze prison; the IRA bomb that almost killed Thatcher herself in Brighton.
April 29, 2013
New York Review of Books
Young Andrew O’Hagan, always sickly and increasingly neurotic, meets Margaret Thatcher one evening in London and suddenly suffers his “stinky hands” syndrome:
There are summer evenings in London when Piccadilly Circus looks impatient for its neon, when the rain is falling and the tourists appear to be weary of the daylight. And it was on such a night in June 2003 that I met Margaret Thatcher. The meeting wasn’t entirely auspicious: she didn’t know who I was, and, more importantly, I didn’t know who I was, until I saw her across from me and realized I wouldn’t shake her hand. I have never met anyone so politically galvanizing as the person I had known only as Maggie throughout my childhood.
May 23, 2013