Lesbian couples spend more time in bed during sex (30-45 mins) than straight couples (15-30 mins).
So does this mean I’m a lesbian now? My wife would be… entirely unsurprised, actually. Gender identity is weird.
I tend to assume most people of any sensitivity must have had that conversation with a partner, or at least thought about it. And especially I would think most straight men with any kind of sensitivity have asked at some point “This feels OK, right? I’m not hurting you?”
I’ve always been puzzled that there are people who don’t get what this song is about. Never mind the video, listen to the words:
… and inside Œdipus Rex it’s too distracting to think.
I remember reading I Will Fear No Evil by Heinlen as a teen and being totally fascinated by his description of female orgasms being so much more intense than males. It put that idea in my head to the extent that every great once in a while I’ll have a dream about that and I’m convinced that book put that there.
I saw the Vagina Monologues over 20 years ago and this line still drives me nuts. Handguns often are semiautomatic. So are rifles and shotguns. They all are also just as likely to not be semi automatic. There’s no relation between the two. It’s like saying “who needs a compact car when you have a manual transmission?”
I don’t want to be the type bothered by such little things. But words count.
I like it for its intended message but yeah, that line is a frustrating missed opportunity if you know even a smidgen about firearms. A much more accurate analogy would have been: ‘Who needs a musket when you have a semiautomatic?’.
I didn’t mean to, either, but the simple fact of the matter is that for many years (including those when Real World started) I didn’t have cable at all, and for a couple of years there I didn’t have a TV. When I finally did sign up for cable (or FIOS, whatever) I didn’t take the package that included MTV in it.
I left for college in '88 and that’s around the time that MTV quit showing The Cutting Edge. A year or so after that I began listening to jazz, which gradually became most of my ear diet, and there was very little left on MTV to interest me.
Women, obviously. Sorry men, but we’ve got to win something. I’ll take my multiple orgasms over having a male body. Not that I wouldn’t like to try it for a day, but I’ll keep what I’ve got.
I don’t get what people like about orgasms. Sure, there’s an empirical feeling of pleasure, but when it happens it dramatically reduces the state of being turned on, which is a sustainable state in which anxiety is significantly reduced.
God, it’s almost like you people don’t experience anhedonia and don’t use arousal as a form of self-medication!
Am I the only one who uses sexual fantasies to help me go to sleep?