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(Well, maybe not that last bit)


by Ashley Rosemont


No, seriously, this article from the Guardian explores the notion that women are totally able to get it on any freaking time they want.


The article posits two nearly identical scenarios: a guy walks into a bar (see, this is how we know this is all kind of a joke) and offers sex to anyone who wants it. No takers. Because he’s a pervert. But a woman does the same, and is inundated with “horny suitors” as the article says, not mincing words.


Is this a reflection of what it’s really like out there? I have to say, I think this is a really strange thing to be debating.


First off, we all must agree that dating sucks (especially online dating) and if any of you are “out there” you truly have my deepest heartfelt sympathy and commiseration. It’s a jungle out there, except worse, because at least in the jungle the chance a guy might bring you flowers is actually pretty good because there are so many flowers around, whereas from what I have seen, romance is dead. Which may be why we’re even talking about this idea that women can get laid any time they want while men, poor men, are standing around, lonely and aching to be touched, with their testicles all glowing a charming shade of cobalt.


I don’t think so. I think we’re working with some very faulty assumptions here.


For one thing, one prevailing assumption seems to be that men are so horny that they will do it with literally anyone, while women are really choosy and more selective (or maybe just not as horny). But if you look at some of the couples out there, you find yourself wondering, as Joe Jackson might ask, Is She Really Going Out with Him? In other words, plenty of women choose real losers to date. Guys with bad manners, nonexistent grooming, no social skills, stupid hobbies, and presumably not much bedroom etiquette, either.


I have always believed that it’s much more important to learn to enjoy your own company and become self-sufficient as opposed to putting endless hours of energy and anxiety into attracting a man. Women, be choosy! You deserve to be. If that guy you’re dating is addicted to checking his Twitter feed while he’s sitting across from you in a restaurant, or wonders aloud if you’ve ever considered getting a boob job, or he can’t be bothered to trim his toenails or toss back a bit of mouthwash before he enters your boudoir, DTMFA. Plenty of fish in the sea.


As for any woman being able to snap their fingers and force any man in hearing range to drop to their knees ready to worship her knees, shoes or black lace Spanx, well, no it doesn’t really happen that way. It seems to me, men can be very choosy and snobby when it comes to rejecting or accepting women who are on the hunt. I remember a friend from NYC telling me a few years ago, “every geeky accountant thinks he deserves no less than Kate Moss.” (This was back when Kate Moss was the It Girl; I guess now you’d say Gisele Bundchen or Megan Fox.)


There does seem to be some truth to this idea that men can get away with being more picky these days: blame the cult of Photoshop that makes even gorgeous women into impossibly symmetrical, blemish-free dolls. In the “real world,” the media-driven expectation of perfection is a compelling one, and the pressure is on for women to be thin, successful, and sexually adventurous if they even want to be considered for a date.


So: What if you’re buxom, stuck in a mid-level job and not sure precisely what anal beads are for?


Answer: Keep being your fabulous self. Look people in the eye, and smile. Cultivate your friendships, old and new. Eventually the right guy will come along, and if he doesn’t, so what? You will still be gorgeous and fabulous, enjoying your own company, and be surrounded by your family and friends.


Ashley Rosemont is a feature columnist for, the web’s original erotic site for women by women. She is a Renaissance woman of many talents, but tries to remain humble in the face of all the curveballs life throws her way. She has been a professional writer for over two decades, and specializes in writing on media, culture, health and sexuality.

Bigfoot Porn, Really?

by Ashley Rosemont


Bigfoot Porn


Bigfoot porn? Yes. It’s part of a niche market in erotic literature known as cryptozoological erotica, or “monster porn.” The “monsters” range from figures in classic literature–like Frankenstein–to mythical beasts like gryphons, hydras, even unicorns. But the Bigfoot conceit, perhaps appropriately given the creature’s size, seems to be the biggest seller.  Author Virginia Wade (not her real name) claims she is making thirty thousand dollars a MONTH writing sexy stories about the world’s favorite elusive bear-ape-man. During a “slow” month, she makes $6K. The novels have been translated into multiple languages (I am pretty sure every continent has its own version of Bigfoot–but the prevailing mythology of the creature maintains that it lives somewhere between the Northeast United States and central Canada.

That’s a really insane amount of money for a stay-at-home mom to be making writing niche porn. How is this even possible? Well, the author’s first foray into hairy beast smut was barely a novella, only twelve thousand words, and sold for under a dollar on Amazon, self-published via their Kindle Direct Publishing. But it sold over 100,000 copies, so she got thinking: ““I started cranking them out,” she says. “If there was a market there for monster sex, I was gonna give it to them.” Now she’s on her way to becoming a millionaire.

Royalty rates for self-published books on Amazon are 70%, whereas typical rates via publishers are between 8% and 15%, according to Business Insider. Authors can do their own promotion via Facebook, Twitter and other online sources, and if enough positive reviews appear on Amazon this helps drive up sales, too. Wade’s experience is testament to the power of social media and online marketing and the potential for making real money as a writer, even via self-publishing.

It’s been happening with dinosaur erotica (another form of monster porn) for a while now! This hilarious niche market is all the rage and most of it is written by women. Actually, since the runaway success of that-book-about-a-certain-number-of-tones-of-a-certain-dull-color, many women are trying their hand at erotica, because women are also the top consumers of this form.

Yes, I know you’re thinking right about now, how can I quit my day job and start writing cryptozoological erotica for big money?

Well, it’s not as easy as you may think; internet sales of monster porn are becoming problematic. The Daily Beast article above describes the backlash against monster porn after The Kernel published an article on “the ubiquity of ‘rape fantasies, incest porn and graphic descriptions of bestiality and child abuse’ in smut sold on’ which meant that the mega online retailer had to start vetting its content more. Half of Wade’s content for sale on Amazon disappeared practically overnight with these newly vigorous guidelines. She had to clean up her titles to get her books listed again. Although Cum for Bigfoot, the original title, is still available on Amazon if you know where to look…although you may have to be satisfied with the title change to Moan for Bigfoot.

Unicorn porn might sound like a fun niche market; though if you Google it, you might just come up with a site full of interesting unicorn images. Now, you’ll find that most of them are not even remotely sexual, but some of them are downright subversive. Just goes to show, I guess. But there are some hilarious-sounding examples of erotic literature about unicorns out there and I urge you to at least search for them, even if you don’t plan on reading any of them. Just knowing this stuff is out there gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling.

For example:  My Unicorn Lover is nowhere near the best seller that Virginia Wade’s books are; in fact it only has one review on Amazon; but with a main character named Stronghorn it might fulfill some of those schoolgirls-with-horses fantasies that seem to be so common.

Oddly, the unicorn theme is found in some even more specific niche categories, like The Unicorn’s Horn which is classified as “rough monster breeding erotica.” Then there is Bred by the Unicorn, which is described as a “shapeshifter erotica romance.” It seems there are as many brands of unicorn erotica as there are color variations for My Little Pony.

If you want to try your hand at writing some of this monster erotica, you could always look for how-to advice from some of the writers themselves. This writer offers step-by-step tips for writing a sex scene between a unicorn and a rainbow.

My friends, if you are up to that challenge, I do believe there is a future in this industry for you.




Ashley Rosemont is a feature columnist for, the web’s original erotic site for women by women. She is a Renaissance woman of many talents, but tries to remain humble in the face of all the curveballs life throws her way. She has been a professional writer for over two decades, and specializes in writing on media, culture, health and sexuality.

‘Scuse Me, Do You Have Change for a Dildo?

by Ashley Rosemont



Let’s just say right now, vending machines are a wonderful invention. I recall a recent episode of Mad Men (the AMC hit TV series that takes place in the 1960s) where the office manager Joan complains that the new vending machines will make the secretaries fat because they can get a snack any time they want. Hey, lighten up, Joan, that’s the point!


It’s true, they’re a convenience we are often happy to see, and not just because they can satiate our cravings for sugar and peanuts. Vending machines that dispense condoms, aspirin, mouthwash, lipstick and other sundries can make a night out on the town a bit more pleasant, if we find ourselves lacking something we need for a spur of the moment sleepover.


But if you live in a more sophisticated city than the one you probably live in, you’d be surprised by what you can obtain with a handful of change. Take the Europeans, who carry a little basket to go food shopping because they just grab what they’re having for dinner on the way home from work, along with a nice bottle of wine. So civilized! I’d love to be able to just tuck a baguette and a pork chop and a bottle of Cabernet in my woven bag as I walk down the cobbled streets in my high heels, tossing my shiny hair which smells of Chanel No. 5. Then again, you can also buy a fresh baguette from a vending machine. Vive la France!


But what if you’re not going straight home for dinner, but have a long boring train commute? Maybe you need some refreshment of the adult variety that doesn’t come in a bottle. This town in Italy has decided it’s not happy about the sex toys being sold in train station vending machines.


Come again? Yes, that seems to be the idea, as you can purchase a wide range of freaky playthings in one convenient coin-operated box. To be fair, the company who owns the vending machines says that Casarsa us the first town where there have been any complaints about the public display of sex toins available to anyone who can pop some coins or a bill in a slot.


Here’s the thing about vending machines; they confer a certain sense of anonymity. You’re not in a store with room for lots of other people, like your girlfriend, your mother, your high school English teacher or your rabbi. You may look around surreptitiously, but as long as you have your money handy, you can get your goods and disappear into the crowd. It feels just a little bit naughty, doesn’t it? Well, given what you can buy in vending machines these days, feeling guilty about a candy bar is the least of your worries. Imagine getting caught with a big black dildo? (or you know, blue or purple, whatever color you like)


The author of this blog post makes a good point, when he wonders what those offended by vending machines dispensing vibrators would make of the Japanese vending machines that sell used schoolgirls’ panties. No, really.  It’s true, even says so!


You can actually buy a whole bunch of wonderful and unusual items in Japanese vending machines, as this article explains. Like toilet paper, eggs, beer, porn, sex toys, live lobsters, neckties, and ramen noodles. Really, this are exactly the sorts of things one should be able to buy in a vending machine; I mean, buying a live lobster at a grocery store is just kind of embarrassing if you think about it. I don’t want a bunch of people in line behind me at checkout line watching me buy a lobster, ya know?


Italy is not the only city to sell pocket rockets and ball gags to people with bulging pockets (hey! I meant bulging with COINS!); Holland has been selling sex toys from vending machines for years; and they’re called Vibrato-maats! The machines cater to both men and women, and sell an assortment of lubricants and lingerie, too.


But what about the United States, you’re wondering. Do I have to go all the way to Vegas to find a dildo in a vending machine? Well, maybe. Though most of our great states at least have a shop or two (or a hundred if you’re in New York City or San Francisco) to purchase such items freely. But you might have trouble buying sex toys in Alabama, where they’re illegal for purchase even for medical use, unless you use the drive-thru. And, until the law was recently overturned, sex toys were also banned for sale in Texas. This excellent article discusses the finer points of the legislation and precedent-setting court cases surrounding the banning of sex toys in America. Hard to believe you can buy guns and ammo at Walmart, but a sex toy has to be bought on the downlow…


Ashley Rosemont is a feature columnist for, the web’s original erotic site for women by women. She is a Renaissance woman of many talents, but tries to remain humble in the face of all the curveballs life throws her way. She has been a professional writer for over two decades, and specializes in writing on media, culture, health and sexuality.

How to Start a Sex Strike

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Ashley Rosemont is a feature columnist for, the web’s original erotic site for women by women. She is a Renaissance woman of many talents, but tries to remain humble in the face of all the curveballs life throws her way. She has been a professional writer for over two decades, and specializes in writing on media, culture, health and sexuality.


Remember Lysistrata? That Greek comedy where the women, advised by the outspoken firebrand Lysistrata, decided to withhold sex from the menfolk until they settled their political differences and stopped acting like war-mongering idiots? Well, ladies, it turns out that this is still a pretty good tactic for getting men to do what you want.


This news story tells of a community in Columbia where the women are so disgusted with the lack of work done on the crumbling roads that they have decided to “close their legs” to get the men to act. They reason that it makes no sense to bring more babies into the world if the infrastructure is so bad. But there is also an element of female cunning and manipulation here. Ever hear the myth that men’s minds can grow more sharply focused in the absence of regular sex? Well, it just may be true. This blog called The Thinking Asexual explores the idea that celibacy can enhance creativity for starters. And while you may disagree that “Celibacy can be awesome!” it may be worthwhile to consider how much time and energy is expended, if not wasted, in the pursuit of sexual gratification.


So these women in Columbia are hoping that keeping their legs together will inspire their men to get done what needs getting done. Certainly, the old adage “desperate times call for desperate measures,” can be applied here.


Women in other nations have tried similar measures, according to the article. Prostitutes in Kenya refused to have sex with customers to try and force some resolution of political infighting. In Belgium, women refused sex to their political husbands to force them to form a needed political coalition to end fighting in the Phillippines.


But does this tactic actually work? The Guardian ponders this question and concludes that sex strikes do not attain their stated goals: “…if this story shows anything it is that sex strikes rarely achieve their objective, unless that objective is to garner international media attention.”

But even if the efforts fail, the media attention seems destined to live on: “Probably the best known example of a sex strike in recent years – the Women of Liberia Mass Action for Peace – has been more or less publicly disowned by its leader, and subsequent Nobel Peace prize-winner, Leymah Gbowee. Or rather, as pointed out in Slate last year (in a story on the sex strike in Togo), Gbowee questioned the efficacy of the sex strike compared with other direct action such as mass demonstrations and sit-ins.

In her memoir, Mighty Be Our Powers, the laureate writes: “The strike lasted, on and off, for a few months. It had little or no practical effect, but it was extremely valuable in getting us media attention. Until today, nearly 10 years later, whenever I talk about the Mass Action, ‘What about the sex strike?’ is the first question everyone asks.”

The irony is, that in the 2000 year old Greek play, we see an expression of a wished-for outcome that points out the comparative lack of political power that women possess. The essence of successful satire, or comedy in general, is to emphasize human folly and offer idealized solutions even if those solutions seem crazy. But in a world where women have supposedly made all sorts of inroads to equality, this tactic points out that women still do not possess the influence of power they ought to.

But now that the Columbian story is all over the news, will this idea become more popular? Maybe so; but to what ends?

In Texas this past summer, one weird twist on the sex strike tactic occurred when a HuffPo writer suggested that women in Texas withhold sex from their male partners unless they voted for reproductive rights for women to be upheld. Of course, depending on what website you read, the spin on this story varies: NewsBusters thinks it is the rallying cry of a “misanthropic feminist.” (Even though that feminist made a good point when she said it was easier to buy a gun in Texas than it was to get a pregnancy terminated.) In this case, the methods were really closely related to the desired outcome; if you consider abstinence a form of birth control, that is.

Of course, we all know how the Texas situation ended up. Go, Wendy!

What? What? In the Butt? Be Careful Out There!

by Ashley Rosemont



Sometimes the headlines are not to be believed. And when I read about freak accidents involving peoples’ genitals and butts, well, it reminds me to be extra careful when I am out and about in the world.


Of course, sometimes we are asking for trouble when we choose our daily activities. And “accidents” are often actually, well, poorly-made decisions. A 70 year old man in Australia, for example, decided to insert a fork into his urethra, apparently because he thought it would feel good; to be exact, he believed it would enhance his orgasms. Easy mistake, I guess, I mean, don’t we all stick metal utensils into ourselves in our quest for a happier ending? The five inch long fork had to be surgically removed. Another article about this man also mentions a Chinese man who inserted a live eel into his rectum, again, apparently hoping for pleasure, and again, ending in surgery.


Guys: stop putting weird stuff inside yourselves! It might hurt, may injure you seriously, and it will almost certainly end with you in a hospital and possibly the subject of a humiliating news article!


Now, lest you think I am picking on the men, here is a woman who hid $5000 in cash in her anus. Gosh, I hope it was large bills. As above, this same article referenced another “foreign object” incident, this time with a man who had a five inch chunk of cucumber lodged in his rectum. The man claimed it was an ACCIDENT, which occurred when he was making a salad, and sat in a chair where the cucumber was, I guess, standing at attention waiting for him to tell it when to jump into the salad bowl. Or something. Sir, this is not what we meant by adding more vegetables to your daily regimen.


The obvious question is why? Ass play is fine, I mean, every part of the body is part of the playground, right? Some people enjoy anal intercourse or anal-oral contact, and as long as you use appropriate practices, preparation and precautions (get your partner’s okay, be clean, go slow, choose a safe word, and use lube, basically), then feel free to enjoy. But people need to use common sense, and using anything other than your finger or other body part (still attached, obviously) or a sex toy intended specifically for the purpose, may not be a good idea. When people start experimenting with other objects, that’s where the trouble starts.


The vast majority of these “accidents” do in fact involve males; hard to say why, except to say that men have an appendage where women have an orifice, and, Freudian theory to the contrary, maybe orifice envy is actually a stronger compulsion than penis envy. To put it another way, boys will be boys.


Unfortunately, this behavior is also sometimes used to cause the opposite of pleasure: namely, pain or humiliation. Apparently, the propensity for inserting foreign objects into asses is an impulse that starts in youth. Years ago, we saw a spate of articles about fraternity hazing incidents that involved inserting foreign objects in pledge’s rectums, among other horrific pranks; in some cases, the resultant publicity caused the Greek systems on some campuses to be shut down. (No jokes about “greek style,” please.) Such problems are not confined to male-on-male behavior. Abusive sexual behavior on college campuses is a growing problem, and the corrupt fraternity system may be at the root of it. Even Ivy League schools like Yale have had their reputations damaged by such incidents.


Now, anal hazing activity is starting to spread to high schools. This article mentions the dramatic increase in such incidents, and the perpetrators are charged with assault in most cases, and even rape. Clearly, these cases do not involve consent and are not intended to be pleasurable, and it is a disturbing trend that obviously needs to be addressed. This strongly-worded article is of the opinion that high school kids who participate in such activities are idiots.


It’s one thing for adults old enough to know better do stupid things to themselves; they’ll learn a lesson eventually, or not. But kids abusing other kids is unacceptable, and does not bode well for their success or happiness as adults. I hope you all agree, readers. Maybe if we start teaching kids to respect their own and each others’ bodies from a young age, we can lessen the occurrence of abusive or self-harming behaviors in adults. It’s a thought. Meanwhile: be careful out there!


Ashley Rosemont is a feature columnist for, the web’s original erotic site for women by women. She is a Renaissance woman of many talents, but tries to remain humble in the face of all the curveballs life throws her way. She has been a professional writer for over two decades, and specializes in writing on media, culture, health and sexuality.


Men With Plastic Surgery Make Me Want To Fuck: A Guest Post By A Dude

Meet my friend, Chico Dusty. Mr. Dusty if you’re nasty. Now this is an individual who I’ve been following for quite some time, as his writing and thought process is just as wicked, intelligent, and shake-my-head-funny as I strive to be.

Chico writes miles and miles of sextastic content for, a close and adored friend to the Hot Movies Network. Below, he wants to tell you a little story about the damage (or motivation?) men with plastic surgery can have on your arousal senses. Rrrawwrrrrr.




For the most part, I’m not a believer in this whole “porn is bad for you” rhetoric.

Porn can be bad for you. Like watching porn on an airplane is bad for you because you get arrested by an Air Marshall for being a pervert. But in the privacy of your own home or public library, there’s nothing wrong with watching porn. It’s not going to ruin your life.

However, watching too much porn might change you. Allow me to explain…

For the last month, I’ve only been watching Steven Seagal movies. I just can’t get enough of his karate moves and surly attitude! The last Seagal I watched was his theatrical debut, Above the Law.

Above the Law is great on DVD, but I bet it’s EVEN better on Blu-ray disc

To be perfectly honest with you, I have no idea what this movie is about. I watched all 99 minutes and didn’t retain a goddamn thing.

The only thing I’m sure about is that this movie made me feel very aroused.

Action movies, particularly Steven Seagal action movies, never fail to excite me…but not sexually. So this is the question I’ve been struggling with: “Why did Steven Seagal’s debut film arouse me?”

At first I thought that maybe it was Steven Seagal. You may know Seagal as the out of shape and exhausted washed-up martial arts master he is today, but the fact is Steven Seagal in Above the Law is a fucking stud.

Let’s compare the two Seagals:



But Seagal couldn’t be what aroused me because I would have felt aroused in his later, better movies.

Maybe it was the babes in Above the Law, Pam Grier and Sharon Stone?

Sharon Stone
Pam Grier
Pam Grier

It couldn’t have been Sharon Stone because she’s barely in the movie. She has like three lines and then holds a baby in the background for the rest of the movie.

Now, I’d like to think that Pam Grier was the reason for my strange and prolonged arousal because she’s a total babe. However, I’m pretty sure that the reason was Henry Silva.

Henry Silva Above the Law
Henry Silva

Henry Silva plays the bad guy in Above the Law and I can’t help but get aroused whenever I see him because his leathery, possibly face-lifted face reminds me of Peter North:

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Henry Silva’s collagen-wrought face is so similar to Peter North’s collagen-wrought face that looking at it forces the porn database in brain to kick in and arouse me.

So what is the point of all this?

Watching porn isn’t bad for you, but it does change you. I’ve watched a lot of porn and now I can’t help but get aroused whenever I see a man with lots of plastic surgery. It’s neither a good thing nor a bad thing. It’s just a thing.

Also, watch Above the Law. It’s pretty good.

Orgies, Orgies Everywhere!

by Ashley Rosemont


so…this is an orgy…ahem.


Well, it’s not every day you read about an orgy in the news. I mean, don’t people try to keep these secret? But this week, several headlines containing the word “orgy” caught this writer’s attention.

A “drug-fueled sex party” (is there any other kind?) taking place at a Masonic lodge caught the attention of the media: the Daily Mail, no less, Britain’s most reliably trashy tabloid, whose stunning headline reads “Police break up ‘drug-fueled orgy’ at Masonic Lodge after finding women dancing naked on stage and men filming sex acts.” In this story, we learn that this Masonic lodge was not itself the sponsor of the party (which might imply the event was somehow part of an actual Masonic meeting or ritual). No, no, the Freemasons of Battle Creek, Michigan wish to explicitly state that their temple was rented by a “party promoter” for this event, and it was not sponsored by their organization. Still, doesn’t look good for the Masons, does it? They’re already kinda weird.

Here’s the thing about the word “orgy.” People like to say “orgy.” I mean, its sounds like some cute traditional dessert your Scottish grandmother makes, right? So, because it’s such an adorable little word, sometimes the news media likes to use it in a headline when in actuality the “event” is not an orgy but more along the lines of a party…or, um, a ball. A “Sex Maniacs Ball” to be held in Kent, UK was called off at the last minute, owing to the prudish attitudes of local council members. This, according to the Daily Star, whose headline “Prudish council calls off orgy for the disabled” is just all kinds of fascinating and disturbing. The ball is intended to help disabled patrons experience a wide range of naughty pleasures, including messy cake fights, a dominatrix dungeon, and, for the truly adventurous, a “Grope Box Sensuality Chamber with Minstrels and Peeping.” Sounds like good clean fun to me! What’s with those uptight council members?

Now, you knew a piece about orgies in the news had to include at least one washed-up child movie star, right? RIGHT? Okay, so Corey Feldman (of Stand By Me, Gremlins, The Goonies, etc. etc.) is the winner. HuffPo reports that Corey’s “drug-fueled orgy sounds worse than his birthday party.” But these celebrity-obsessed tabloids (HuffPo quotes Vice and Defamer) were at the affair in question, and, guess what? It turns out it’s just another “drug-fuelled sex party” and not an orgy at all! (Please don’t embarrass yourself by asking me to explain the difference…I mean, really. Don’t.) It’s kind of annoying that none of these stories purporting to be about “orgies” are actually, you know, about orgies.

Now, here’s a nice variation on that tired old “drug-fuelled orgy” tagline. Olivia Newton-John’s daughter apparently got all physical with some pals and had herself a “cocaine and booze orgy” according to the National Enquirer. At least this misuse of the term “orgy” was more specific, referring to the particular intoxicants of note. But then it turns out, the story was not even about one specific wild party! No, it was about the singer’s daughter’s downward spiral into drug and alcohol abuse. Oh well, at least this abuse of our beloved cute word is something of a public service announcement for the occupational hazards of being an international pop star’s daughter.

Are there any actual orgies happening out there? And if so, would they actually wind up in the news? Maybe we have to move away from the tabloids. The Irish Times, a respectable European newspaper, has this story from a few weeks ago that really does seem to be about orgies….LOTS of orgies. Like, glamorous, globe-trotting orgies of the rich and famous. Not only that, but this story involves a recent international political scandal of vast proportions. Dominique Strauss-Kahn is a former candidate for the French presidency whose character has been under intense scrutiny as more and more of his, ahem, moral slippage is showing. Most shocking to his constituents is apparently his love of hosting “sex parties” with hired prostitutes in his residence: an offense that has provoked accusations of pimping. Mr. Strauss-Kahn has admitted to being a “participant” in “libertine acts.” Best quote: Strauss-Kahn said he was unaware that the women attending these parties were prostitutes because their occupation was not immediately apparent “because they had their clothes off.”

They say the Europeans are less prudish than we Americans are. I guess this clinches it. But at least one of these orgies is alleged to have taken place in Washington, DC. Just saying.



Ashley Rosemont is a feature columnist for, the web’s original erotic site for women by women. She is a Renaissance woman of many talents, but tries to remain humble in the face of all the curveballs life throws her way. She has been a professional writer for over two decades, and specializes in writing on media, culture, health and sexuality.




6.9 Questions with Sinnamon Love

Sinnamon Love interviewed by Kelly Shibari

While at the Feminist Porn Awards for, Kelly Shibari interviewed a few of our favorite stars and asked them 6.9 questions. Below is the fourteenth in the series, featuring the Goddess of Glam-Everything, Sinnamon Love.



As always, check back every Wednesday for the next installment of 6.9 Questions, since we dug some more up from our secret vault.

Why You Should Never Accept Gifts from Exes


by Sssh.Com staff writer Roxanna “Roxie” Kelley


Generally speaking, exes are exes for a reason and unless one or both of you has changed, whatever caused the breakup in a way that is lasting, it is never a good idea to take an ex back. For this reason, it is with good cause one should treat gifts from these people with suspicion. Though some gifts are clear attempts at reconciliation, to which one should respond with a clear, “No, thank you”, others are intentional acts of revenge, retribution and maliciousness.

Take, for example, this Christmas gift-giving act by a Minnesota man.  He bought his ex a vibrator, perhaps under the guise of truly making her holidays jolly. Thoughtful chap, isn’t he? Now think about it. Why would a man who broke up with a woman give her a plastic penis to replace himself with? Don’t most men want to be the object of sexual gratification . . . not be replaced by one? Clearly not all was at it seems here. But, it gets worse. He had rigged the battery operated boyfriend with a little extra kick in the form of buckshot and gun powder, along with other components, forming a makeshift bomb. Whatever happened to keying an ex’s car?

A UK man decided to take ‘giving meat’ to his ex to a new extreme. He covered himself with ground meat, broke into her apartment, hit her and spit meat on her.  His defense lawyer is quoted as saying “He is at a complete loss to explain the significance of the mince (ground beef) or why he had coated himself in it”  And they say romance is dead.

A Canadian ex-husband decided to give his former wife the ‘big rock’ she always wanted by dumping a 20-ton boulder in her driveway. At least it wasn’t deposited while her car was parked there. With her in it.

And if you “happen” to run into an ex while you are out about town, beware. An Italian man was charged with kidnapping his ex after accosting her in a pub and taking her back to his place in order to wash and iron his clothes and do the dishes. Guess he didn’t know how to find the local laundromat. I’ll forgo the men and directions jokes.

In all fairness, it’s not just men who give terrible gifts to exes. A Newport, Wales woman gave a ‘gift’ to her exes of repeatedly making false rape allegations against them. After eight years, she was the one jailed. Rightly so. False rape claims are no joking matter.

And, let’s face it, most of the people you date or hook up with will become exes, so it is wise not to give them ammunition they can then, one day “re-gift”. Case in point: remember telling your partner that you would never have sex with them while a camera was on.  You should’ve stuck to your guns. It’s gone viral now. Examples of this regularly make the headlines and even the famous (or infamous) find themselves subject of this little creative gift idea. One such example is found in the court case of Tulisa versus her ex. She won an apology. Seems like an expensive way to hear “I’m sorry”. Another can be found in the legal case of Jennifer Lopez versus her ex.  She sued Ojani Noa for $10 million and asked a judge to stop the release of their kinky honeymoon sex tape.

So, there you have it. Just a few good reasons to steer clear of exes and their ‘gifts’. They really are exes for a reason, ya know.



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6.9 Questions with Jiz Lee

Jiz Lee interviewed by Kelly Shibari

While at the Feminist Porn Awards for, Kelly Shibari interviewed a few of our favorite stars and asked them 6.9 questions. Below is the fifteenth in the series, featuring the gender-and-genre conqueror Jiz Lee.


As always, check back every Wednesday for the next installment of 6.9 Questions, since we dug some more up from our secret vault.