Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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I'm definitely on board with re-languaging around identity. Like Betty says in her video clip with Carlin about different and evolving sex styles, the question is How Do You Have Your Orgasms? How do you like to have your orgasms best? How do you have your orgasms now? Be prepared, it's okay, that answer may well change. How fantastic is that? You can learn new, fun ways to have orgasms. That sounds pretty damn sweet to me.

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Is it human nature to want an emotional connection with someone? Does everyone have the innate desire to (romantically) love and be loved by someone?

I was told today that I'm not boy crazy. See, I thought we left "boy craziness" back in middle school, but it's still something that's at large. Go figure.

I could not be any less interested in pursuing the opposite sex. I have always been that way. Sure, I had a brief stint of wanting to have a boyfriend when all of my female friends had one, but I never really craved companionship from a man. Relationships seem, to me, like too much upkeep and effort. It's like having an unpaid job.

So every time I start to get a little more hopeful, a little happier, a little closer to moving out again, I start to watch more porn. Which leads to more masturbating.

Coincidence? I think not.

I'm inching my way toward getting a totally secluded, separate-entrance bachelor pad about an hour away from the city my parents live in. Well, I'm more than inching, I'm very close, I just have to call the lady and tell her I'll take it. Sure it would be just down the block from where my sisters will live but I'm sure there house will be the social/party house, not mine (hell, more than sure. I'm positive).

I have a sister who is a just few years older than me. I guess I was 11 years old, around the time I first started masturbating regularly, when I noticed her wearing a tight shirt. She had amazing tits at age 14, and I had a tough time not staring at them.

One day when no one else was home, I tried her bra on and stuffed it with a couple of socks. Then I found that tight clingy shirt. I walked around the house, making my fake tits bounce. I loved the way it felt, and my young sausage got fully erect in a very short time.

My parents decided to become asexuals. I know it's impossible by definition - you don't choose who you are attracted to ergo you don't choose your sexual orientation.

But you can force yourself to behave in a certain way. People do it all the time - we don't sleep with everyone we're attracted to just the ones we select. And we can, of course, force ourselves to perform sex acts that leave us cold. Since we moved out of the capital and into my dad's hometown - which was about 20 years ago - my parents' sex live died. And, since they don't need sex, they can't understand how anybody else could need their own sex life.

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Tired of the kids busting in when the vibrator is going? Do you live with parents that are constantly walking by your room while you're trying to get your solo orgasm? Well, fret no more! There is a solution to that noisy Hitachi of yours:

...yes... I am fucking serious. Granted, I've never owned a Hitachi and I don't know what it sounds like first hand, but I... Can't imagine wrapping it in ten feet of bubble wrap is a good solution to the problem. However, these people actually think this is a logical idea when it comes to silencing the buzz. There has to be a better way.

Her sex organs are on display. Not her primary one, her clitoris, but her hands. Oh, yes, those hands are definitely sex organs. She describes them that way, and I enthusiastically agree.

When our friends catch me staring at her fingers, they give each other knowing looks. Lucky for me, Tess is a musician, so I often get away with looking. The strong, nimble digits of her left hand expertly work the neck of a guitar or banjo as her right hand plucks and strums. When she plays slide, making the strings wail, my throat remembers the sounds she draws from me with those same dancing fingers.

A friend just died of cervical cancer at age 37 because she never went for an annual pelvic exam.

Granted, pelvic exams are no fun, but then there is the additional shame factor, that icky feeling in the pit of the stomach when something dirty or "bad" is happening to us.

When we're told by the doctor to open our mouths, and stick out our tongues, it's no problem. There is little morality and shame associated with the mouth. However, If we are told open our legs and stick out our clits, well for many of us, that's a completely different story.

From a purely biological view, there should be no difference, but there is. Why?

I work for an internet company that gives answers to customers who text in questions. Though I don't get paid excessively, it keeps gas in my car and I've learned quite a bit.

I got a question today that asked me "If you're a virgin, what household items can you use to give you a good orgasm." I was happy that this person was at least asking before breaking out the cellphone and putting it on vibrate, like yours truly did years ago. I was going to respond with something about clitoral stimulation, but then I remembered what happened to me today, so I gave the patented "clean a cucumber and put a condom on it" response. Why?

The numbers are in and friends with benefits is the new relationship paradigm.  According to researcher Anthony Paik, a sociologist at the University of Iowa College of Liberal Arts and Sciences, "The United States has seen a major shift toward nonromantic sexual partnerships -- people becoming sexually involved when they are just casually dating or not dating at all".

I'll take some credit for causal sex increasing today thanks to my
masturbation crusade.  Once we begin having a sexual relationship with
ourselves, we have already altered the dynamics of romantic pair-bondage. What
people don't seem to realize is some of those romantic sexual
relationships can lead to misery, violence, and even death!

I thoroughly enjoyed it. Got a few laughs out of me. He never said the word "vagina" and actually used the word "labia" and "clitoris". Right on.

I don't know how I feel about him "chewing my pussy out like my vulva was a gumdrop"... But... ::shrugs:: I'd fuck him.

Pain is necessary. It's programmed into the very fibers of our being. Is it okay to feel pain? That's not for me to say. I've inflicted pain for pleasure and for pay. I've wanted to hurt, to feel sore... Because it just feels so good somehow. Like being burned. Masochistic as it may seem, the searing of the flesh for that one nanosecond... it's like a liquid needle that bores a hole through one's surface. It swims and swims until it eventually dissolves. Like sperm. Lovely image, yes? When pain is perceived in this fashion, then perhaps we can begin to understand why pain is so essential. And inevitable.