Posts Tagged: Sex
Emma Woolf (yes, a relation) writes about the personal life of Virginia Woolf:
There has been much speculation about the sexual dimension of the Woolfs’ relationship: was the marriage ever consummated, was she frigid, was she a lesbian? In 1967 her half-brother Gerald Brenan added fuel to the fire, writing: “Leonard told me that when on their honeymoon he had tried to make love to her, she had got into such a violent state of excitement that he had to stop, knowing as he did that, these states were a prelude to her attacks of madness .
What if we had met when we were sixteen...more
I’m not really sure how our culture has arrived at the mutually exclusive relationship between Motherhood and Sexuality, especially since in most cases, women become mothers by having sex.
Fortifying the old adage “the mind is a wonderful servant, but a terrible master,” Rumpus intern Ashley Perez wrote an article for The Weeklings about her sexual unfolding. It begins with mental shackles and ends with physical ones.
The pain, the embarrassment of never being able to orgasm, was also my fault.
What would it look like to slut shame a middle-aged, heterosexual man? The Anthony Weiner scandal is giving us a clue....more
Emotions tend to run high around controversial confessional writer Marie Calloway’s blunt descriptions of sex, but few have discussed her exploration of sex work.
Enter sex-worker blog Tits & Sass, where two editors had a conversation about the feelings of recognition (and, sometimes, second-hand embarrassment) they had while reading about Calloway’s adventures as a “newbie hooker.”
It’s well worth a read, even if you think you’ve had enough Calloway coverage....more
“Sex does not happen in a vacuum immune to outside structural influences,” writes Jillian Horowitz in a piece titled “Unpopular Opinion: I’m A Sex-Negative Feminist.” “[I]n fact, it can (and does) replicate inescapable systems of power and dominance.”
“Unpopular opinion” indeed, but hear her out....more
This is what my parents told me about sex: nothing. Not one word. Ever....more
It takes two years before Bob shows his gun collection to me. The guns are in the corner closet of a room I’ve slept in over thirty times. He opens the slatted door with a key, and one by one, he pulls out latched wooden boxes, heavy velvet bags, and cardboard boxes of bullets...more