How Intellectuals Get Freaky

It’s S&M for Ph.D.s: Cuckolding, in which men watch their wives have sex with other guys, is catching on among people with high IQs who revel in the psychological agony.

When he hears his wife moan with pleasure while she has sex with another man, Paul Pines feels bad—then good. When Paul’s wife tells him that the other man is much better at sex than he ever was, Paul feels worse—then better. But of course he does: He arranged this encounter, in which he watches in agony as his wife makes love to another guy. And almost as soon as it’s over, he’ll start planning the next one.

Cuckoldry is defined as a wife’s infidelity. Chaucer and Shakespeare characterized it as the ultimate shame. So perhaps it’s no surprise that today it’s developed into a fairly popular fetish. The Internet is rife with husbands enthusiastically soliciting other men—often larger, hotter, sexier men than themselves—to have sex with their wives while they watch.

This isn’t like swinging, and it’s not a threesome. Cuckolded men (aka "cucks") only observe their wives’ infidelities, they don’t participate. And that's why they find it a turn-on: They're left out, looking on as the woman they love climaxes with a better man than them. It’s a form of psychological sadomasochism. Some people get turned on by whips, chains, and physical pain. Cucks get aroused by mental anguish.

Cuckolding is rapidly emerging as the alt-sex fetish of choice for American intellectuals. Continue Reading.

Revealed! Cuckolding is for manly men!

My husband of eight years confessed to wanting to watch me with another man. I asked if he meant it. He said yes. I asked if he wanted me to set it up. He said yes...

... I was worried about how my husband would feel. But he loved every minute of it—he loved it a little too much.

My husband had sex with me after our “guest” left. I still had our guest’s semen inside me. Is my husband gay? Is that what cuckolding is all about? He didn’t touch the other guy, but what the fuck?

Well? What the fuck... ? Read more!

Why women find vampires hot

Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable. Think I'm talking about villains? No, I'm talking about fiction's hottest heroes.

Monsters have always been able to elicit thrills and chills, but for a lot of women lately, those shivers are more of delight than fright. Just turn on your TV, visit a movie theater or wander through a bookstore, and you'll see multiple examples of morally questionable men sporting fangs all about to sweep women right off their normally sensible feet.

Through fiction and mythology, the paranormal bad boy was usually defeated in the end, but now, you'll more often find him going home with the girl.

What is it about these anti-heroes that make them so appealing? Is it their good looks or is it the lure of the unusual? Many women today are juggling jobs, families, relationships, school or other responsibilities, not leaving much room for themselves. A fictional hero gifted with mystical abilities, lethal sexiness and a razor-sharp wit is the ultimate fantasy package.

The appeal of the paranormal bad boy -- or James Bond super-spy, as one example of male escapism -- can sometimes make everyday problems seem less dire. Thus, a few hours spent immersed in the world of the wicked yet alluring hero is the equivalent of a minivacation.

Continue reading why women find vampires hot!

Slut, defined.

Ah, "slut." A compact little word, forceful even in the way it sounds, starting out with a hissing sibilant and pushing off of the tongue through the L and U, and then that nastily crisp T. "Slut." Say it a few times out loud. Roll it around in your mouth. "Sssslut." "Sss…lllut." Say it again. Notice that it's difficult — almost impossible, in fact — to pronounce it neutrally. It's got a sneer built into it, that word. It's not as twangy and unthreatening as "tramp." It's not as easy to yell as "whore." "Whore" is built for screaming rage and dishes flying through the air, with a nice gusty H at the front and a big old roaring R bringing up the rear. Not "slut," though. "Slut" is muttered. "Slut" is whispered. "Whore" comes in like a punch, but "slut" tingles, like a slap. "Slut" hides behind the teeth. "Slut" is for when your back is turned.

"Slut" is for when you don't act like a lady. "Slut" is for when you sit with your legs apart. "Slut" is for when you wear it short, tight, without a bra, cut up high and down low and around the side, because, see, "slut" is also for when you have the nerve to enjoy your body in front of women who hate their own bodies. Don't strut. Don't dance with soul, or lick your lips. Don't look too good; don't think you look too good. Digging your own self is slutty. Making your own good time is slutty. Who do you think you are, anyway? Knees together, slut.

"Slut" is for when you forget to hate and fear boys. "Slut" is for when you talk to them, flirt with them, hang out with them and watch kung fu movies, pretend they don't suck at guitar, sit on their laps, cut their hair. "Slut" is for when you don't remember that you can't have a male friend unless he's your brother or gay, because your male friends want to fuck you, and you can't handle that. "Slut" is liking sports and belches and messy apartments — or, rather, "liking" those things, because you couldn't really like those things. You just pretend to like them so that you can get attention from men, because you have no personality of your own, and even if you did, men only want you for your action anyway. That's pathetic. Get a life, slut.

"Slut" is for when, in spite of everything you've learned from Cosmo and your sorority sisters, you just love men, for when you want to look at them and talk about them and burrow your nose into their necks and lick them from head to toe and hop right on them when they walk in the door like that scene from Raising Arizona where Holly Hunter clings to Nicolas Cage like a wood tick. Ugh. That's so undignified. That's so unfeminine. "Slut" is for walking down the street and talking to a friend on your cell phone and watching a cute boy walk past in the opposite direction and looking at him and looking away and looking back and then turning around in mid-sentence to keep looking. "Slut" is for thinking of stubble burn and biting your lip. "Slut" is for remembering the way your first true love used to pin you up against his car door and flushing clear up to the roots of your hair. "Slut" is for big hands and deep voices. "Slut" is for on top of you and under you and behind you, in the closet, on the floor, under the piano. "Slut" is for liking it. "Slut" is for wanting it. "Slut" is for going after it. Men hunt, women gather; men chase, women wait. Look it up, slut.

"Slut" is for kissing boys with tongue. "Slut" is for kissing lots of different boys with tongue. "Slut" is for craving kissing lots of different boys with tongue. That's not right, you know. It says so in the Bible, and in social hygiene films. "Slut" is for loving sex. "Slut" is for needing sex. "Slut" is for thinking sex isn't shameful. Sex is for married people, for diamond owners, for nice girls in twin sets whose mothers hid the Erica Jong, for people totally and completely, like, in total and complete love, and it takes place behind closed doors, with the lights out. Sex isn't fun. Sex isn't casual. Sex is a deadly serious, disgusting, dirty, degrading business. Just lie there. Don't move around. Don't use your fingernails or moan or anything; that's slutty. Don't get on top. Don't go down. Going down is really slutty, especially if you like it as much as he does. Ew. That's so gross. Only a slut would like that. That's so sickening. I bet you masturbate, too. Ew, I can't even think about that. That's so foul — touching yourself down there like that? That's — well, it's dirty and sticky and gross, dude! Nobody does that. Well, boys do, but that's different.

"Slut" is for sex outside a committed relationship. Sex outside a committed relationship is a cry for help. It means you have no self-respect, obviously. You're, like, a total nympho, man. I can't believe you would even do that. God. Don't talk about it. Don't think about it. Don't miss it. Don't daydream about doing it with Josh Hartnett in a waterfall. I mean — yuck. That's totally slutty. Are you, like, desperate or something? Why else would you just have sex with a guy? That's so wrong. You're so wrong. You're such a slut.

"Slut" is for fucking on the first date, giving head instead of your number, not caring if he calls, caring if he calls but fucking another guy to pass the time. You do that stuff, well, clearly you're a slut. What's even worse? You, like, enjoy it. It's so show-offy, too. Like, "look at me, I think I'm a guy," like Samantha on Sex & The City, like, get over yourself, hon. And, I mean, Samantha brings home at least one new guy every week, but she's, like, obviously so miserable and empty inside because she never settles down. Don't you want to get married? How do you ever expect to get married if you keep slutting around? You have to save yourself. I mean, no man's going to want you if you've slept with, like, a million other guys before him. You're used. You're dirty. He'll fuck you, but he'll never bring you home to his mother, because you didn't stay pure and go to bed only with guys you loved. And you can't have more experience than your husband; that's just not done. What if he gets insecure about it? You'll scare him off. You don't want that, do you?

And you've probably got diseases. I bet you don't even use protection. Remember? How you have no self-respect? And don't use condoms and birth control, because you just want guys to like you, so you just fuck them? That's so sad. I feel really sorry for you. Yeah, you say you enjoy it, but it's just a compulsion, and it's pitiful, really.

Just stay away from my man, okay? Don't even talk to him. Women have to look out for each other, because men would never look out for us, because we don't deserve their respect and fidelity. We women have to stick together. If he steps out on me with you, that's not his fuck-up. It's yours. I mean, you're the slut here. You obviously came onto him all barracuda-style and lured him into bed, so I blame you completely. So just don't even go over there to talk to him. He'd never treat me right, and if I left you two alone, something would happen.

God, I can't even look at you. You just prance around acting all carefree like you don't care what happens, like it doesn't matter, like you have the right to sleep with whomever you want or something — you make me ill! I hate you! Fuck you, slut!

If you found yourself nodding along in sincere agreement with any of what's written above, you have a serious, serious problem and need to report to your nearest therapist for a course of self-esteem rehabilitation and double-standard deprogramming. The rest of you may continue to wear your sluttishness with pride. Here endeth the lesson.

And thank you, Dr. Weston.
A review of The Ethical Slut.
You know, your mother doesn't know everything.
Please slut responsibly.

Conservatives Attack Lady GaGa and Beyonce!

Using twisted and outdated reasoning, some conservatives are attacking Lady GaGa and Beyonce for "inciting sexual assault." What century are we living in again?

Lady Gaga is no stranger to controversy – but her latest sexually-charged music video may have landed her in more hot water than she could have anticipated, as some critics are charging her with inciting sexual assault.

“It’s pretty typical to see men who are alarmed by women acting sexual blame ... women for being sexually assaulted. Men are fully capable of controlling themselves. Sexual assault is the fault of the rapist, not the victim. When we say women acting sexy leads to rape, we put the blame on the victim. Women should be able wear what they want and do what they want in public without being violated. It’s the men’s responsibility to not rape them.” - Jaclyn Friedman, editor of “Yes Means Yes: Visions of Female Sexual Power and A World Without Rape.”

A leading member of Australia's Parliament last week slammed "Telephone," Gaga’s video collaboration with Beyonce, saying its strong imagery speaks to a chronic over-sexualizing of young women. According to Greg Donnelly, raunchy acts like those performed by the pop princess promote promiscuity and cause women to become victims of insatiable male desire.

"Young boys may start to think that women and young girls are fair game and that they can go to a party on the weekend, get loaded up with grog and that it's their right to ask a young girl for a h*** job or for anal sex or to push a young woman up against a wall and have sex," Donnelly said in his sexually explicit speech. "Some members are grimacing, but that is the reality. This material agitates a mindset in young boys, who grow into men, that women are fair game and that such behavior really doesn't matter; that they can get loaded up with grog or drugs and everything is okay."

The music video for “Telephone” opens with Gaga being thrown in a jail cell then onto the bed, where she is stripped by two female bodyguards before watching a violent catfight and cavorting with a slew of hooker-dressed inmates within the women’s detention facility.

She is then bailed out by her “Honey B” lover Beyonce (who tells her she has been a “bad, bad girl”) and they drive off, Thelma & Louise style, in a car bearing the license plate “P--sy Wagon." From there, it only gets more sexual. Later, the two poison patrons at a local diner.

Though several female politicians in Australia slammed Donnelly’s tirade as “disgraceful,”  “inappropriate” and “embarrassing,” he has garnered some support in the U.S.

Jaclyn Friedman, editor of “Yes Means Yes: Visions of Female Sexual Power and A World Without Rape,” said she felt Donnelly’s comments were way out of line.

“Lady Gaga is promoting empowered female sexuality and presenting herself in control of her own sexuality, which is a pretty powerful message. What we should be alarmed by is hundreds if not thousands of macho male artists who are promoting actual sexual violence, talking about getting women drunk to rape them. You can find hundred of lyrics like that,” Friedman said.

“It’s pretty typical to see men who are alarmed by women acting sexual blame ... women for being sexually assaulted. Men are fully capable of controlling themselves. Sexual assault is the fault of the rapist, not the victim. When we say women acting sexy leads to rape, we put the blame on the victim. Women should be able wear what they want and do what they want in public without being violated. It’s the men’s responsibility to not rape them.”

By Hollie McKay, FOX News