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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-2660334752755250162015-04-09T10:54:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.083-07:0010 Fascinating Facts About Boobs That Will Make You Love Them Even More<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhJ0P-wJddz47F6D5Ncn453a8vx4qXnOuH5LbKalGvAQEYChimhIoVNFrwhtOPqDcz6uSt03jWWbETHibQHrnjsn4i1C0o-kOpcnPO7dO0ZlpTVsLQCh7m-MzpJ-_aEwY_jEKKM18uOsh/s1600/learn+bobs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhJ0P-wJddz47F6D5Ncn453a8vx4qXnOuH5LbKalGvAQEYChimhIoVNFrwhtOPqDcz6uSt03jWWbETHibQHrnjsn4i1C0o-kOpcnPO7dO0ZlpTVsLQCh7m-MzpJ-_aEwY_jEKKM18uOsh/s1600/learn+bobs.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">How much do you really know about your breasts? Sure, you know that people are prone to stare at them, and that they are, let’s face it, a lot of fun on their own (as well as being ever so useful during sex). But do you know who in the world has the largest pair? Or just what it is that smoking can do to them? Well, we did some digging and found out for you!</span><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">1</span></strong><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;">The biggest common bosoms on the planet have a place with Annie Hawkins-Turner (otherwise known as Norma Stitz) of the USA, who has a 70 inch midsection, as indicated by the Guinness Book of World Records. That is a bra size fo 102ZZZ. She experiences gigantomastia, which is a moderate yet relentless development of bosom and fat tissue. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;">2. The biggest bosom embeds on the planet fit in with Sheyla Hershey of Houston TX, earlier of Brazil. Ms. Hershey's inserts put her at a dumbfounding 38KKK. She needed to have the strategy done in her local Brazil, as the US doesn't permit that measure of silicon in a body. The surgery prompted rehashed staph contaminations in both breasts, and the consequent vital evacuation of the inserts. On the other hand, the inserts were later supplanted, and starting 2011, she was endeavoring to get her bosoms up to MMM. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;">3. Despite the fact that everybody's taste buds differ, bosom milk is for the most part considered to have a sweet flavor, due in vast part to the high measures of lactose. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;">4. Oh for the smokers out there, tobacco smoke is hellfire on your bosoms. It's actual; the chemicals in tobacco smoke separate the elastin in our bodies, prompting saggier boobs. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;">5. There are really five states where a lady can stroll around topless: New York, Hawaii, Texas, Maine, and Ohio (however they may attempt to lift you up on an open annoyance charge in Texas, unless you're in Austin). There is an entire political development behind ladies being topless in broad daylight, called Topfreedom. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;">6. Among primates, just people have changeless breasts. All different primates just develop full bosoms with the end goal of feeing their youngsters. In this way, you know, bravo. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;">7. A few ladies can achieve climax just through areola incitement. In one study distributed in the Journal of Sexual Medicine, it was observed that for a few ladies induction toward oneself set off the genital tangible cortex of the cerebrum. Um, whoopee! </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px; line-height: 21.4666652679443px;">8. Bosom size is not static. Yes, we all realize that in the event that you put on or get in shape, or get to be pregnant, your breasts will develop or shrink. Yet did you realize that your breasts can develop by as much as a cup size amid PMS? Too terrible the majority of us feel excessively lousy, making it impossible to appreciate it amid that time. </span></span></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">9</span></strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">. Uneven? Don’t worry, that’s normal. Many women have one breast slightly (or not so slightly) larger than the other. It is perfectly normal, so don’t fret. Fun fact: For about 65% of women, it happens to be the left breast that is larger!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">10</span></strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt;">. They can get dry. The skin over a woman’s breasts is thinner than that of the rest of her body, with a few exceptions. Because of this, breasts are prone to dry skin, so make sure you moisturize!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-55047066145475718272015-04-09T10:24:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.146-07:00face in the sack.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h1 class="title" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 47.98px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px; text-align: center;">4 Awkward Scenarios You’re Bound To Face In The Sack</h1><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Not even the least sexually inhibited are immune to awkward moments between the sheets. The reason for this, I believe, is twofold.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">First, we’re all susceptible to the involuntary nature of bodily functions. Second, since a lot of us tend to engage in sexual play early on in the dating process—sometimes outside any semblance of a relationship, with a hookup buddy or a one-night-stand—we often end up stark naked with relative strangers. Even if you possess the self-restraint to wait until the designated third dinner date to give it up, there’s only so much knowledge you can garner over the course of a few (probably boozy) shared meals. Since we’re all guilty of curating our online personas into Herculean versions of our true selves, whatever’s gathered through cyberstalking in between obviously needs to be discounted .</span></div><div><div class="tc_pull_quote" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 4px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 4px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: 700; margin: 1em 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 20px 30px; text-align: center;">Want a new way to browse Thought Catalog? Check out the Thought Reel.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Let’s face it:</span><span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"> We barely know a lot of the people we bed. And while a fart in front of a long-term partner is just the routine expulsion of gas, flatulence between acquaintances can cause serious distress. (There’s a reason it takes many of us several months to drum up the courage to </span><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/poop-in-front-of-our-mates.html" sl-processed="1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><span style="color: red;">poop in front of our mates</span></a><span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">.)</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">While there may be risks to experimenting with someone you don’t know well enough to trust, even if you take the </span><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/5-things-you-can-get-from-casual-sex.html" sl-processed="1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">proper safety precautions</span></a><span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">, there’s something indisputably titillating about it, too. 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Shimmying out of less than sexy skivvies as quickly as possible and kicking them to the corner (you’ll collect them before daylight!) might seem like a sensible option—until you fall on your face trying to execute a shimmy-and-kick that’s at least somewhat graceful.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Beyond the panty problem, undressing in the heat of the moment causes frequent fumbling. Buttons, belts, zippers, clasps, and tight fitting garments are all benign assistants in completing your look—until they’re accomplices in making you look like a fool. The truth is that a perfect striptease is way more calculated than any of us would like to admit.</div><h3 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 33.94px; line-height: 1.2; margin: 20px 0px;">2. The Unannounced Finger In The Butt</h3><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">In the beginning relationship phase, or during a hookup, we tend to learn about our partner’s body gradually, by trial and error. But while it’s easy to construe certain sensual preferences, such as desired pacing, and adapt accordingly, other aspects of sex are more divisive. On the issue of anal play, for instance, urges vary dramatically from my experience; some love it, others loathe it. And while I’ve read that BDSM practitioners are especially communicative in bed (safe words are wonderful, and essential), I would venture that most people aren’t in the habit of discussing every move they intend to make before carrying it out. 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Oral Sex Induced Gagging</h3><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">For many adolescents and young adults, there’s a memorable day upon which one learns—by doing, gossiping, or watching online porn—that the term blowjob is a complete misnomer. To state the obvious: The task involves a lot more sucking than blowing. Furthermore, if executed correctly, pleasuring someone orally isn’t anything like data entry. (If you subscribe to the philosophy that “there’s a reason they call it a job,” I implore you to do some research and reevaluate your approach. There are lots of tricks involving the tongue and hands and even the vocal cords that can help make performing fellatio more fun than onerous. But I digress.)</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">No matter how blowjob proficient you become, when sucking something in between shoving it deep inside your throat, the chance of gagging always looms. The reflex might present as a mere cough and cause only a brief interruption. But it also might make you to vomit. As for cunnilingus, I imagine uncontrollable sneezing can prove equally problematic.</div><h3 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 33.94px; line-height: 1.2; margin: 20px 0px;">4. The Reliably Mystifying Queef</h3><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Urban Dictionary defines a queef as “an expulsion of wind from the vulva during coitus; a vaginal fart.” Unlike its cousin of anal origin, a queef doesn’t involve the release of gas. But it’s accompanied by a similar trumpet-like noise that never seems to sound at the right time.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">For heterosexual women, queefing mid-romp can be especially mortifying when discharged air is met with awe. Unlike farts and the accidental melodies composed by smacking flesh, a queef can’t be produced by anyone lacking a vagina, so it’s understandable for men to be fascinated by them. Still, nothing kills the mood quite like a series of blush inducing follow-up questions: Does it feel good? Does it hurt? Can you do it on command? We women can only hope that queef replication requests are reserved for after the deed is done. </div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-23994616717019706472015-04-09T10:20:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.234-07:00In Hookups, Inequality Still Reigns<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Natasha Gadinsky, 23, says she doesn’t have any regrets from her years in college. But the time she hooked up with a guy at Brown University does come close.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">After his own orgasm that night, she said, he showed no interest in her satisfaction. The next time they got together, it happened again. He “didn’t even care,” said Ms. Gadinsky, a health care case manager in New York City. “I don’t think he tried at all.” He fell asleep immediately, leaving her staring at the ceiling. “I was really frustrated,” she said.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Like generations before them, many young women like Ms. Gadinsky are finding that casual sex does not bring the physical pleasure that men more often experience. New research suggests why: Women are less likely to have orgasms during uncommitted sexual encounters than in serious relationships.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">At the same time, researchers say that young women are becoming equal partners in the hookup culture, often just as willing as young men to venture into sexual relationships without emotional ties.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“The notion of sexual liberation, where men and women both had equal access to casual sex, assumed a comparable likelihood of that sex being pleasurable,” said Kim Wallen, a professor of neuroendocrinology at Emory University who studies female desire. “But that part of the playing field isn’t level.”</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Research involving 600 college students led by Justin R. Garcia, an evolutionary biologist at the Kinsey Institute at Indiana University, and researchers at Binghamton University found that women were twice as likely to reach orgasm from intercourse or oral sex in serious relationships as in hookups. The paper was presented at the annual meeting of the International Academy of Sex Research and at the Annual Convention for Psychological Science this year.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Similarly, a study of 24,000 students at 21 colleges over five yearsfound that about 40 percent of women had an orgasm during their last hookup involving intercourse, while 80 percent of men did. The research was led by Paula England, a sociologist at New York University who studies the dynamics of casual sex.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">By contrast, roughly three quarters of women in the survey said they had an orgasm the last time they had sex in a committed relationship.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“We attribute that to practice with a partner, which yields better success at orgasm, and we also think the guys care more in a relationship,” Dr. England said.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Indeed, young men surveyed in Dr. England’s study often admitted that they are less focused on sexually pleasing a woman they are seeing casually than one they are dating.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Duvan Giraldo, 26, a software technician in Elmhurst, Queens, said that satisfying a partner “is always my mission,” but added, “I’m not going to try as hard as when I’m with someone I really care about.” And with women he’s just met, he said, it can be awkward to talk about specific needs in the bedroom.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“You’re practically just strangers at that point,” he said.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">The lack of guidance is common, Dr. England said. “Women are not feeling very free in these casual contexts to say what they want and need,” she said. Part of the problem, she added, is that women still may be stigmatized for having casual sex.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Dr. Garcia said, “We’ve been sold this bill of goods that we’re in an era where people can be sexually free and participate equally in the hookup culture. The fact is that not everyone’s having a good time.”</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">What women need to achieve orgasm can be very different from what they find in casual sex. Roughly one-quarter of women reliably experience orgasm through intercourse alone, according to a review of 32 studies conducted by Elisabeth Lloyd, a professor of the history and philosophy of science at Indiana University, in her 2005 book “The Case of the Female Orgasm: Bias in the Science of Evolution.” Another third of women rarely or never have orgasms from intercourse.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Vanessa Martini, 23, from Marin County, Calif., learned early on that most men she slept with casually would not intuit her needs.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“I haven’t hooked up with anybody who was so cavalier as to just, like, not even care,” she said. “But I think most of them were somewhat baffled that it would require more than just them thrusting.”</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Ms. Martini said she was never taught how to have good sex, let alone how to ask for what she needs. The education she received in school was aimed at stopping teenagers from having sex at all; there wasn’t much discussion of arousal. Ms. Martini said most cultural representations of sex left out the messy details.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“The way we view sex in porn and in movies and in books, people aren’t talking to each other like, ‘Oh, my foot’s falling asleep, we need to move,’” she said.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Communicating about those particulars is especially tricky in hookups. When one awkward exchange or misread text message could end the arrangement altogether, there’s a certain amount of pressure to tread softly, Ms. Martini said.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“You have to balance a lot of things in your brain, like what’s more important to me — just getting off, or do I actually want to have a connection with this person?”</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Debra Herbenick, a research scientist at Indiana University, said that for women, casual sex is exciting precisely because it is spontaneous. She compared a hookup with having dinner at a friend’s house. “You wouldn’t be like, ‘This is what I want and this is how I want you to make it, and I want you to use only this amount of basil,’” she said.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Some women, confronted with these roadblocks, are redefining casual sex and the physical pleasure that they expect from it. Sex without strings has carnal and emotional benefits that don’t depend on reaching orgasm, they say.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“Something we don’t talk about is why having an orgasm is the main goal or the only goal” of sex, Dr. Herbenick said. “Who are we to say women should be having orgasms?”</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Casey Romaine, a 22-year-old Bard College graduate living in Nashville, Tenn., said that more than sex, hookups are often much more about two people giving each other the sense of intimacy, however brief, they need to get through the week.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“It’s just sort of like having the experience, and having somebody that you can call or you can like, whose house you can spend the night in if you don’t feel like you want to be going home alone,” she said. “I think a lot of the time it almost is weirdly irrelevant whether or not the sex is actually good.”</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">For Kim Huynh, a 29-year-old filmmaker in San Francisco, sacrificing a reliable orgasm for sex without the burden of commitment was a conscious decision. After a couple of relationships in college, Ms. Huynh spent about five years without a serious boyfriend and many on-again, off-again flings.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“As far as my ability to climax consistently, that’s something I was able to have in my monogamous relationships that I never had” in less committed circumstances, she said.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">Yet mediocre sex was a small price to pay “for the freedom to be able to enjoy it all.” The physical aspect of a tryst with a relative stranger was gratifying, she said, even if her chances of reaching orgasm were limited. When her partner’s performance was lackluster, she still took pride in her own sexual prowess.</div><div class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.4375rem; margin-bottom: 1em; max-width: 540px;">“To sort of know yourself to be sort of skilled in a way or to be able to see someone else’s pleasure that was your own doing, I think there’s definitely something very empowering about that,” she said.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-8545270098625397592015-04-09T10:13:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.282-07:00poop in front of our mates<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h1 class="title" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 47.98px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px; text-align: center;">It Took Me 6 Months to Poop Around My Boyfriend (and That’s Normal)</h1><div><figure class="wp-caption aligncenter" data-id="0" style="-webkit-transform: translateX(-50%); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; height: auto; line-height: 19.6000003814697px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; max-width: 100%; position: relative; right: -323.328125px; transform: translateX(-50%); width: 584px;"><img alt="Shutterstock" height="363" src="http://thoughtcatalog.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/shutterstock_156914555.jpg?w=584&h=363" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; max-width: 100%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;" width="584" /></figure><figure class="wp-caption aligncenter" data-id="0" style="-webkit-transform: translateX(-50%); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; height: auto; line-height: 19.6000003814697px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; max-width: 100%; position: relative; right: -323.328125px; transform: translateX(-50%); width: 584px;"><br /></figure><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“You’re the Jedi pooper,” my boyfriend declared roughly six months into our relationship. He was referring to the fact that I’d managed to duck detection while going number two for the entire half a year. When he finally caught me in the act (well, not literally – he was on the other side of the bathroom door), I pouted from the toilet while he cheered as if welcoming me to a party.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">My timing is roughly in line with the results of a recent poll. Of 1,186 other women in</span>long-term relationships<span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">, the majority said they didn’t feel relaxed enough to fart and burp in front of their significant others </span>until the 7.5 month mark<span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">. Meanwhile, their boyfriends entered the comfort zone </span>around week three<span style="line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">So yeah — when it comes to the scatological, women take much, much longer to loosen up.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Knowing all this, should it be an indication of relationship progress when a woman slackens her bathroom attitude? Should we consider it a feat once we can fart, poop, and talk about periods around a partner?</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Fearing judgment by a lover for expelling foul smells and sounds is something nearly every woman deals with. I’m not shy about my bodily emissions — I used to call my younger brother to describe my bowel movements (often in real time). Still, it took me more than half a year to overcome my fecal anxiety around my boyfriend.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;">There’s method to our madness – as natural as it is to urinate, defecate, and release gas, our bodies’ needs can be trumped by our desire to preserve our sex appeal—especially in the beginning. As accurate as Louis C.K. may be in explaining to John Stewart why farts are funny, our culture doesn’t exactly embrace female flatulence as sexy.</div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">But the benefits of “breaking the barrier” may outweigh whatever sense of security we reap from reaching for odorless perfection. It was a huge relief to stop waiting for my boyfriend to leave the house before doing my business on mornings involving excessive coffee. It meant something when I let my real self out, in full. More than personal comfort, the two of us gained a sense of mutual acceptance, which felt like an achievement.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Sex columnist Tracy Clark-Flory agrees that reaching this relationship stage is huge. Clark-Flory confesses to camouflaging her bathroom noises by <a href="http://www.salon.com/2013/03/23/farting_in_love/" sl-processed="1" style="background: 0px 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666;" target="_blank">running the shower</a>when her boyfriend is around. After belching in his presence and relaxing her leg-shaving regimen, she contends that acknowledging flatulence and shelving the fake-shower are an important step in the relationship, on par with saying </div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I love you.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Over the years, professional matchmaker Samantha Daniels has fielded countless related stories. Daniels says a common anxiety involves the inaugural couple’s vacation, during which many women refuse to go to the bathroom anywhere besides the hotel lobby. When a woman feels confident enough to “let her partner see her as a real human being, rather than a perfect lady,” it’s a good sign, according to Daniels.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Sure, there can be risks to embracing each other’s humanity too eagerly. Rachel Sussman, LCSW, urges that “some privacy and boundaries,” are crucial to maintaining a healthy sex life. It would be a mistake for new lovers to assume that nothing is off limits – it can be a slippery slope from mutual infatuation to disgust (for both men and women).</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">The trick is for couples to assess where the line between sharing and over-sharing is. And since the spectrum for scatological tolerance is so broad, this can get very, very complicated.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">In a response to a question about the etiquette of farting for Rookie’s “Ask A Grown Man” video series, “Mad Men” star Jon Hamm notes the obvious: “everybody farts”.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Still, people like Daisy Barringer—who recalls the horror of farting so loudly in her sleep once that it woke her boyfriend up—are raised to believe that abstaining from “gross” behavior in front of loved ones is a matter of respect. If all it takes is some discomfort, abdominal muscle control, and dedication to scheduling, many people feel it’s worth the hassle.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Whether or not accepting the scatological marks an upswing or a decline in a relationship, the fact is that if you can at least address the issue, it’s a great litmus test. No matter how sexy you want to remain, at some point, you’re gonna have to use the bathroom within his earshot. So you may as well accept that once the relationship has hit a point where you can and should be discussing the fact that both of you are human beings with flaws (and colons).</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Still, also remember to articulate your own boundaries as far as what’s cute/comfortable/intimate and what’s just gross. As I was writing this article, my boyfriend called on his way to a stressful meeting. “Just thinking about it makes me want to diarrhea,” he said. And there it was: the edge of what’s acceptable to me.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">This post originally appeared on HowAboutWe.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-89692890917046175222015-04-09T09:55:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.320-07:00staying faithful<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h1 class="title" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 47.98px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px; text-align: center;">5 Tips On How To (Fly In The Face Of Reason) And Stay Faithful</h1><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">People often ask if my boyfriend and I are monogamous. Since I write about sex and relationships—and I’ve done things in the name of my craft some consider needlessly risqué, such as </span><span style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/lap-dancing.html" sl-processed="1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: red; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">lap dancing</a>,</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"> </span><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/naked-body-sushi-modeling.html" sl-processed="1" style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px; outline-offset: -2px; outline: -webkit-focus-ring-color auto 5px;"><span style="color: red;">naked body sushi modeling</span></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">and <a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/desperately-seeking-sugar-for-first.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">sugar daddy dating</span></a> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">the question never surprises me. The certainty with which I answer “yes,” however, surprises most inquirers.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div>I’ve never been much of a romantic. I didn't parade through right on time adulthood anticipating that Prince Charming should uncover himself by method for knowing look before escorting me down the way to Happily Ever After. The idea of the one is excessively flawless and fatalistic for me, so I keep on ponderring whether meeting the perfect individual is more essential than adding to the will to confer. Regarding the long haul, I would never set out contend that monogamy is the main relationship build that works. Still, its what I need.</div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The ability to intellectualize that monogamy is an unreasonable expectation for biological reasons doesn’t preclude the desire to aspire to it. I was reminded of this recently while speaking to a class at Indiana University called Ancient Love, Modern Sex. Twenty minutes into my guest lecture, a handsome, floppy-haired student of about 19 asked whether I was saddened while researching a story about AshleyMadison.com, a website that facilitates affairs. The notion that so many couples cheat—enough that a website with millions of users exists expressly to service their philandering—saddened this young man. Intrigued by his reaction, I posed two questions of the class. First: How many of you believe monogamy is a practical lifestyle choice, considering what you know about human biology? (Roughly 10 percent of the students raised their hands.) Second: How many of you want to be in a long-term monogamous relationship one day? (Nearly 100 percent of the students raised their hands.)</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Indeed, even to the individuals who perceive that the strongest adoration isn't fundamentally sufficient to foil straying—who comprehend that people live long lives and allurements are certain to emerge a clean, steadfast perpetually after can sound engaging. It doesn't make a difference how frequently we've seen Unfaithful, or what number of sex-driven embarrassments we've viewed unfold in the news. We realize that individuals cheat, paying little mind to sex, race, religion, sexual introduction, or financial class. Yet we contradict reason by looking for a lifetime of fidelity with someone special.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">I’m not psychic enough to tell you whether my boyfriend and I will manage to remain monogamous, let alone whether you and your partner will. What I can do, however, is provide some unsolicited advice based on limited life experience regarding how to build a long-term relationship free from the nagging feeling that your partner’s destined to cheat.</div><h3 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 33.94px; line-height: 1.2; margin: 20px 0px;">1. Pick a partner whose sex drive matches yours</h3><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Individuals are as changed in moxie as they are fit as a fiddle, size, and shading. Some are authentically dependent on sex while others recognize as agamic and the rest fall some place in the middle. I'm speculating you wouldn't suggest that a sex junkie hunt down affection in a cloister, so why settle down with somebody miles far from wherever you remain on the moxie range? The trap of jumbled sex drives is that one individual is prone to wind up feeling sexually denied (or hyper-sexualized) and angry. So be fair from the start, regardless of that it is so enticing to make false claims intended to satisfy. It's counterproductive to misrepresent or downplay how regularly you "need it" or how frequently you jerk off. Sexual wellbeing and emotional well-being are connected, so it merits giving careful consideration to similarity in the sack as you evaluate whether to push ahead together.</div><h3 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 33.94px; line-height: 1.2; margin: 20px 0px;">2. Own your own sex appeal</h3><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Feeling desired is not entirely the same thing as feeling desirable. Everyone should do what he or she can to make their partner feel beddable through regular compliments and such, but it’s also important to feel sexy independent of secondary affirmation. The ol’ put-your-oxygen-mask-on-before-helping-another philosophy applies. When we don’t feel good about ourselves—on the inside or outside—naked human contact is the last thing we want. So take responsibility for your personal seductiveness quotient by doing whatever you have to to feel good. For me, that means running three to four times a week, reading a lot, and spending a certain amount of time each day completely alone. If you have to do yoga, or listen to positive subliminal messages while you sleep to be in the right mindset for intimacy, go forth already!</div><h3 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 33.94px; line-height: 1.2; margin: 20px 0px;">3. Keep rebooting the newness</h3><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">It’s easy to get sucked into a routine, but the beauty of routine life is that the simplest changes can make everything seem exciting again. New doesn’t have to mean agreeing to a threesome or introducing handcuffs and a whip. I was shocked, after years of Brazilian bikini waxes, to learn that my boyfriend didn’t mind pubic hair. His appreciation for the au naturale me was arousing on an unprecedented level, and led to fun play. Novelty between the sheets doesn’t even have to start with anything remotely sexual. Any new activity—jogging, traveling, cooking, spelunking, meditating, theater going, camping, or reading aloud to one another—can trigger the release of dopamine in our brains. That love-drug high is always one fresh pursuit away.</div><h3 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 33.94px; line-height: 1.2; margin: 20px 0px;">4. Embrace jealousy</h3><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Jealousy is demoralizing, especially within a relationship. No one wants to catch their partner checking someone else out or communicating with an ex over Facebook. But jealousy’s negative connotation isn’t completely deserved. Scientists view it as an evolutionary adaptation designed to keep us on our toes. So rather than get angry when you find yourself captive to the green monster, recognize that you’re experiencing a universal human emotion and use it as inspiration to work on your relationship. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone.</div><h3 style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 33.94px; line-height: 1.2; margin: 20px 0px;">5. Have sex when you don’t want to</h3><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">In a Salon piece about marriage, renowned biological anthropologist Dr. Helen Fisher counsels couples to “Have sex regularly, even if you don’t feel like it.” Genital contact triggers our dopamine systems, which reward us with enhanced “feelings of romantic love.” The arrival of neuro chemicals amid climax additionally advances connection. In any case you shouldn't stick around until you and your accomplice are both in the disposition to have sex, says Fisher. Basically, its indiscreet to expect that concurrent excitation will happen regularly enough to energize the measure of sex needed for continuous pair holding. There are advantages to taking part in sexual movement to satisfy your accomplice paying little heed to whether you're in the mind-set something researchers call sexual shared quality. A study distributed in Social Psychological and Personality Science reasoned that couples positioning high in this measure were better prepared to manage long haul wish. On the off chance that the information isn't sufficient to influence you, simply consider addressing your accomplice's requirements as influence for arranging who needs to empty the dishwasher later.</div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-56137236992989446382015-04-09T09:47:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.365-07:00 sugar daddy dating<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h1 class="title" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 47.98px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px; text-align: center;">Desperately Seeking Sugar Daddies</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28jC5FFMB2Ad5MgB0SMgi7Tk8kV0APHLzNAN64jYc3Vt1dUi8SLLiYp7vXvIk8Svudjh4jPDiC9moyT89puDcBrzt-KySfCMRoyVzs3EZRk_9bVUd_gR9lwmAN9k5Jylhy14d1Hz-mjhu/s1600/img-20111031-00268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28jC5FFMB2Ad5MgB0SMgi7Tk8kV0APHLzNAN64jYc3Vt1dUi8SLLiYp7vXvIk8Svudjh4jPDiC9moyT89puDcBrzt-KySfCMRoyVzs3EZRk_9bVUd_gR9lwmAN9k5Jylhy14d1Hz-mjhu/s1600/img-20111031-00268.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">For a first date, things were going fairly well. We were at Megu, a pricey Japanese restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, eating perfectly cooked Kobe beef. My companion, a wealthy finance type, was telling me all about himself and posing questions that suggested he was interested in me. Then, matter-of-factly, he said, “Whether I met you on the site or at the Standard, you’d cost me at least 10 grand a month.”</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The site he was referring to was Seeking Arrangements,</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"> an online network that pairs people possessing resources (“sugar daddies” and “sugar mommies”) with those, usually much younger, seeking them (“sugar babies”). I had become a member a few weeks earlier, partly as a social experiment and partly out of genuine desperation. I was frustrated with my job, which offered little upward mobility, and was thinking about quitting it to pursue my goal of becoming a full-time freelance writer. Holding me back were my lack of savings and my fear of sacrificing a regular paycheck. If I had a hefty allowance from a generous benefactor, though, I figured that I could take the leap comfortably.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">The idea of wealthy older people supporting struggling younger ones is nothing revolutionary, after all—look what Peggy Guggenheim did for Jackson Pollock or the Tuohys did for N.F.L. star Michael Oher. So what if I had to tap into my inner geisha to secure a patron?</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">To overcome my reservations about walking the line between dating and prostitution, I told myself that any such concerns were the result of societal conditioning. The idea that mixing money and mating is inherently bad, I reasoned, was a fallacy based on our collective obsession with moralizing sex. Mating rituals involving the exchange of gifts—be they hunks of meat, small fishes, or diamond rings—are ingrained in many species, from apes to seabirds, to humans. It is only natural for males to target cues to fertility such as youth and beauty, and for females to be drawn to displays of resources. Why sneer at suspected gold diggers like Heather Mills or the late Anna Nicole Smith if they were merely following their evolutionary instincts?</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">With all of this in mind, I created my Seeking Arrangement profile. Since I was still a bit hesitant about how far I’d be willing to take my experiment, I signed up using the pseudonym Annabelle Walker. The site, which launched in 2006, has about 420,000 members, of which roughly one-third are sugar daddies and two-thirds are sugar babies (sugar mommies account for less than one percent). While sugar daddies pay $49.95 per </span><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">month for a premium membership (or $1,200 a month for Diamond Club certification, which requires verification of one’s net worth through tax-return data), as a sugar baby I was able to join for free. I uploaded two photos and listed some general information about myself, and I stated “open, amount negotiable” in the space that asks what you’re looking for. (Seeking Arrangement skirts the issue of prostitution by promoting the exchange of “intimacy and companionship” for “gifts.”) I took a deep breath and posted my profile, determined to focus on New York–based single men claiming to be worth at least $10 million.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">But back to Megu and my date, whom I’ll call Hank. (Throughout this article, I’ve changed the names of the men I dated to protect their privacy.) Initially, he drew my suspicion with the cocky, typo-ridden message he sent me on Seeking Arrangement: “i think i maybe waht you r looking for; read my profile and if you r interested drop me a line..you wont be disappointed.” Then I saw his net worth—$100 million—and the amount he was willing to spend on a girlfriend: $10,000 to $20,000 per month. That would be enough to cover my living expenses and leave me with thousands in disposable income. The rest of Hank’s profile, which told me that he was middle-aged, played sports, and worked in finance, was of less interest.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">We set up a date and specified what we’d be wearing so that we could recognize each other—a navy-blue baby-doll dress and black tights for me, a striped button-down and a maroon cashmere vest for him. Before we sat down, Hank gave me elevator eyes and said, “Good. I need a tall, blonde girlfriend.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">When the waiter arrived, I ordered a very necessary glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Hank requested sparkling water, explaining, “I’m high on life.” I wanted to tell him, “Abstemious people don’t impress me,” but instead I smiled and encouraged him to order for both of us.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Throughout dinner Hank blabbed ad nauseam, referring to himself as “a citizen of the world” and concluding his autobiographical sketch with: “You really hit the jackpot, you know.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I did, didn’t I?,” I said, but it was getting harder and harder to feign enthusiasm. Still, I was committed to seeing this through. “Have you dated anyone else through the site?”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Yes, I had one girlfriend,” he said, his attention consumed by pieces of beef sizzling atop a hot rock. “For a year. It ended in June.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Why’s that?”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“She wanted to get married. I’ve seen guys go through with it. Even with a pre-nup, though, you’re at risk.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Right,” I said. I allowed Hank to feed me a piece of meat and chewed thoroughly. I was beginning to understand his relationship philosophy: renting a girlfriend is a safer alternative to investing in a wife. I decided to steer the conversation toward the mutually beneficial terms of our would-be coupledom.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“How do you see this working?,” I asked.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">He responded without hesitation: “If I want to go with my girlfriend to St. Barth’s for two weeks, she’s not going to be left behind because she needs to write copy all day to make 500 bucks to pay her cable bill. A girl, if she’s going out a lot with me, cannot be wearing the same thing all the time, so of course I’ll buy her her Louboutins and Gucci handbags.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“That makes sense.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-210962" height="1038" src="http://thoughtcatalog.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/img_20130216_132139_540.jpg?w=584&h=1038" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; max-width: 100%; vertical-align: middle;" width="584" /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I don’t want to feel like I’m paying for company, though. The less she asks for, the more she gets.” If his expression could speak, it would have said, “Don’t expect cash, bitch.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Sounds fair,” I said. But Hank’s last statement felt somewhat threatening. It also struck me as hypocritical for a man to sign up to be a sugar daddy, put a dollar figure on his girlfriend budget, and then refuse to write checks.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Our bill came, and Hank threw down his black AmEx card. When he invited me back to his apartment, I felt torn. His promises of expensive shoes and trips to the Caribbean weren’t all that enticing, but I still wanted to fact-check his wealth. Curiosity got the best of me, and I consented.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Hank led me on a tour of his apartment, which was every bit as luxurious as I’d expected, with floor-to-ceiling views of Manhattan and expensive art on the walls. Unsurprisingly, Hank made a move on me, and I kissed him for a split second before withdrawing abruptly. He wasn’t unattractive, but I hated him. I sensed that he wanted a puppet more than a girlfriend, and no amount of gifts or pampering could compensate for having to deal with such a controlling person. So I scrambled to the front door—thankfully, it was unlocked—and bid Hank good riddance.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">The next few people who reached out to me through Seeking Arrangement were not up my alley. One man complained that his disability made it difficult for him to pick up women. Another had a fetish for submissives and wanted to pay me $4,500 a month to help him realize his fantasies. An attractive couple wrote me seeking a regular “third.” By the time Darrell, a divorced man in his late 40s worth between $50 million and $100 million, contacted me, I was relieved to hear from a potentially worthy candidate.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The first thing I noticed when I met Darrell for cocktails at the SoHo Grand Hotel was that his appearance did not match what his profile had advertised. He’d said he had brown hair, but he was almost completely bald; his body type was more teapot than “athletic”; and he was several inches shorter than he had claimed. This irked me, especially because it was unnecessary. Didn’t he know I was in it for the money?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Regardless, I decided to stay for a drink, as he seemed harmless enough. Within minutes, however, another lie revealed itself. Darrell was speaking about a previous relationship with a much younger woman whose flat he had paid for in Rome, where he’d visited her.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“How long ago was that?,” I asked.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Ten years ago, when I was in my late 40s.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Interesting,” I said, but I was entirely skeptical. When Darrell and I parted ways, I knew I would never see him again.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Several weeks into my search, my experiences had been motley. Dating through Seeking Arrangement didn’t seem so different from normal dating—you meet all kinds of people, some of them inevitably loony, and see whether or not you connect. And like the regular dating world, it was starting to feel a bit daunting, as I hadn’t found anything close to what I was looking for. I was willing to forgo looks, but I couldn’t force myself to be with anyone I disliked or mistrusted.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">When Charlie—divorced, late 50s, worth about $50 million—asked to meet me, I tried to remain hopeful. I sauntered into the Mercer Hotel in jeans and a gray cardigan one frigid Sunday morning, scouring the crowd for a tall, gray-haired man. He spotted me first and tapped me on the shoulder.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Here you go—just a token,” Charlie said, extending his hand.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">I examined my gift—an iPod—and said, “Thank you,” </div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">determining to be extra pleasant during brunch.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">We both ordered eggs, and by the time our food arrived I had grown to like Charlie. For starters, he provided an earnest explanation for joining Seeking Arrangement.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I can’t separate the fact that I have resources from who I am,” he said. “It’s part of me. And it’s something I have to offer twentysomethings.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I completely agree.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I married young, you know. And I remained married for nearly 30 years while I was raising my kids.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“How old are they?”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">He chuckled before admitting, “It’s kind of weird. They’re your age.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“It’s not weird at all,” I said.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Charlie turned to Seeking Arrangement, he explained, because most of the women he had been meeting wanted to settle down. “I don’t want another family,” he said.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I promise you I’m not in the market for one,” I told him, and then asked, “Have you ever done this before?”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I’ve never been in one of these relationships, exactly. But I’ve certainly been generous with previous girlfriends. And since joining the site, I’ve been on a few coffee dates. Pretty positive experiences, actually. I met an editor for a fashion periodical, a translator for the U.N., and a girl whose dad”—he stopped to laugh—“whose <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">biological</i> dad had just cut her off. The only negative experience I had was with a girl who was dating a hedge-funder. She said he had given her her nose and her Birkin bag, but that she needed cash. A bit mercenary for my taste.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Over the course of two hours, Charlie and I discussed everything from the challenge of monetizing an Internet business to how laughable it is that one of the biggest distributors of pornography in the U.S. is the devoutly Mormon Marriott family (thanks to the in-room entertainment they offer at their ubiquitous hotels). We truly clicked.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">That Friday, following a week of kind reminders from Charlie that he had enjoyed my company and found me to be pretty, we met for cocktails at a cozy bar in Tribeca. Again we had a lovely time, although I had to cut it short to attend a dinner at eight p.m.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">When I stood to leave, Charlie stopped me. He turned suddenly serious. “Would you have sex with me?” he blurted out.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Almost without thinking, I said, “Of course!”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Why?” he asked. A trickier question.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Why not?,” I replied cheerily.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Bad answer.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Fuck,</i> I thought—I didn’t want to lose Charlie. In an effort to ease the tension, I changed my tone and said, “Let’s see how it all unfolds.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“O.K.,” he said. “For now I’ll put you in a taxi.” He kissed me and overpaid a cab driver in advance for my fare.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">I felt awful the rest of the evening. Charlie was everything I could want in a sugar daddy—I liked and trusted him, and he would have supported me happily. And yet, when faced with the reality of sleeping with him, I couldn’t mask my apathy.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">The following day, Charlie texted me: “Hey! Doing errands in SoHo. Wanna shop (on me of course!) at Prada??? Balenciaga? Just a lark!”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">His willingness to spoil me before we had done anything more than peck was startling. And while the shopaholic in me wanted swag, I was unprepared to meet the sex-pectations couched in his request.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">I told Charlie that I was getting my hair done that day, and the next time he asked me out I said I was sick. I felt lousy about letting our relationship fizzle, but it would have been worse to prolong it. It was difficult to concede that I might be as much of a sucker for conventional wooing as the next girl, and frustrating to realize that I’d have to find another way to make a living. But it’s one thing to intellectualize something and quite another to live it.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">When I started dating through Seeking Arrangement, I thought I was someone who could enter into a relationship for financial reasons and not feel cheapened by it. Ultimately, I realized that I’m not that progressive, or that, for whatever reason, being financially independent means something to me. Even without the safety net of a sugar daddy, I took a risk and quit my day job—a decision that rendered me unemployed, uninsured, and uncertain about where the money for next month’s rent would come from.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">As it happens, soon after giving up on my idea of becoming a sugar baby, a man on the Forbes 400 list of the richest Americans asked me out. He sent a chauffeured Bentley to pick me up, and we enjoyed a spectacular meal at Masa, in the Time Warner Center, where a master chef prepares each course from scratch based upon your personal taste. I resisted the temptation to ask for rent money in place of a fancy meal next time (although I didn’t see the bill, it was probably roughly equal to my monthly rent). Such a request might fly with a sugar daddy, but this <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">über-</i>rich gentleman was pursuing me by traditional methods. What separated him from the men I dated through Seeking Arrangement was the fact that he didn’t seem entirely comfortable with being wealthy. “You can’t take any of this with you,” he said with a shake of his head after showing me his penthouse apartment. He also told me that he resented being contacted at least once a day by some friend of a friend of a friend looking to exploit him. In truth, by letting our romance drag on for longer than I would have had he not been a billionaire, I may be as guilty as those far-removed acquaintances. When it came time to move beyond snuggling, I finally succumbed to my inability to fabricate feelings for him. Apparently it’s not just conventional courtship I covet, but love.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-210965" height="584" src="http://thoughtcatalog.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/img_20130215_191928.jpg?w=584&h=584" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; max-width: 100%; vertical-align: middle;" width="584" /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">By seeking out a man who could provide for my material needs, I thought I was simply following my evolutionary instincts. In fact, there’s another biological impulse that I didn’t consider, and wasn’t even aware of until I spoke to Dr. Helen E. Fisher, a research professor in the anthropology department at Rutgers University. Her pioneering work has shown that love is not an emotion but a drive, and that what we experience as love triggers the brain’s reward system in much the same way cocaine does. In the search for a desirable partner, it seems, we can’t rely on any one factor alone. Despite what eHarmony might claim, there’s no special formula that can help us find the person who will give us that perfect buzz.</div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-44641499074867448132015-04-09T09:23:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.428-07:00 lap dancing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h1 class="title" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 47.98px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px; text-align: center;">Ass, and You Shall Receive: Underground Lap-Dance Club Exposed!</h1><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">As rallying cries go, “Artista, Erotica, Utopia!” is among the more ludicrous, especially for an underground pop-up strip club, where eager young women perform awkward erotic dance routines for a members-only crowd of well-off young gentlemen.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Yet somehow, </span><em style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The Observer </em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">was unaccountably galvanized by this hearty call to arms, legs and other body parts. That’s the only way to explain how we came to find ourselves, on a recent Thursday night, emerging from the bathroom of a dimly lit bilevel nightclub in the Flatiron district wearing only leopard-print boy shorts with lace trim, a matching bra and Jimmy Choo heels.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">We were making our debut at the Saint Venus Theater, a discreet (O.K., sketchy) members-only organization that aims to do for go-go dancing what </span><em style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Fight Club</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"> did for getting beaten to a pulp. In other words, try desperately to make it cool. As with pop-up nightclubs, restaurants, clothing boutiques, dental offices, abortion clinics and cheesemongers, it moves stealthily around the city, its location known only to an elite few.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Prospective patrons, who must be over 25, are instructed to submit applications via email and to provide a few personal details “so we know you would fit in well with our events,” as the website advises. Those who make the cut are given an address at which the super-secret roving event is to take place. After paying a $40 entrance fee, customers can eat free chocolate, throw back shots of Patrón and, for $20 apiece, enjoy “the most erotic and physically transformative lap dance [they] are likely to have ever known.”</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">That sounded like a tall order, given that </span><em style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The Observer </em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">had no previous experience with professional disrobing. But S.V.T. is steadfast in its policy of employing “real girls”—dabblers and wanna-bes, basically, who see the gig more as a lark than a life’s calling. And as it turned out, we didn’t actually look that out of place amid the 40 or so half-naked 20-something females scattered about the bar area, vying for the attention of the strikingly conservative execs packing the place.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The club’s MySpace page sells the concept a bit more extravagantly, describing S.V.T. as “an unprecedented nirvana for those who have a great appreciation and respect for the charm and splendor of a sexy lady or two or thirty. And are passionate about being entertained by the wonder and awe that is the female of the species.”</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">S.V.T. advertises for dancers on Craigslist. “This is private in every respect,” the club’s want ad advises. “You sign no contracts or forms. There is no record that you ever worked with us.” That sounded reassuring and also harrowing. But throwing caution to the wind, we sent in a full-body picture and phone number as directed. Following 72 humiliating hours without a reply, </span><em style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The Observer</em><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">’s cell phone rang.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">On the other line was Rob, the event’s organizer. “I’m going to talk for five to six minutes,” he said. “Try not to say one word. After that, obviously you’ll have questions.”</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Most of Rob’s well-rehearsed speech was devoted to distinguishing S.V.T. from traditional nudie bars, which, he alleged, are “exploitative of both men and women.” At S.V.T., Rob emphasized, customers are forbidden from proposing any contact beyond dancing. He also promised that there would be no stage dancing, private “champagne rooms” or stripping.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">It all sounded perfectly harmless, actually.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Signaled by a lengthy pause that Rob was finished, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em> posed our first question: “Who are these guys?”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">“Everybody who comes in has money, and they’re spending money very freely,” Rob assured us. From his mailing list of roughly 3,300, he estimated that 100 to 140 guys show up for each event. He said that his guests are into “meeting a </span><em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">real </em><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">girl and making a </span><em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">real </em><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">connection.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Turning suddenly wistful, he added, “When I was a little kid, I dreamed about getting rich and buying an island. I didn’t know what a prostitute was, but I knew that they were alone and on the street and I wanted to find a place where these two kinds of people could help each other.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Wow,” <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em> said, our bewilderment genuine.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Rob explained that he began connecting with “very important people” in the early aughts while helping put together events for </span><em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Rolling Stone</em><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"> and HBO. “In 2006, I made a website and I told everybody [S.V.T.] already existed and that they were missing out. It was a really impressive pitch,” he chuckled. Since starting the business in 2009, he has overseen all aspects of the operation—from recruiting dancers to brokering deals with venues to managing security and preserving the event’s cachet, such as it is.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">“Most girls make $400 to $600 a night,” he continued. “But some pull in $700 to $800 regularly.” </span><em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The Observer </em><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">was pleased to learn that dancers pocket whatever they make, minus an $80 contribution to the house.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Not bad. And what would I have to wear?”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“There is no dress code,” Rob replied.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">That’s a relief!</em> we thought.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“But there are rules,” he went on. “Number one: no long dresses. Number two: no boots. Number three: no illogical or excessive body adornments such as hair gel, big jewelry or overdone makeup. I tell the girls to dress however they feel comfortable and sexy. But I would prefer that the girls wear bikinis.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">That actually sounded a little like a dress code to us. But what the hell.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I’ll text you an address,” he said.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Two days later, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em> showed up at the designated time and place (sorry, trade secret) and passed through an unmarked, smoky glass door on an otherwise peaceful block. Rob appeared. He was dressed in all black, a tall, fit guy with a long, gray ponytail. Without a word, he ushered us inside.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Immediately, he brought us to a willowy brunette in a black corset and sheer knee-highs.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Mercedes will give you a tutorial,” he said, then hurried off to tend to other managerial duties.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I’m going to talk to you for these five minutes because I have to,” Mercedes barked, “but I won’t speak to you again until you’ve been here for three weeks.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Luckily, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer </em>wasn’t there to make friends.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Mercedes warned us</span><em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"> </em><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">that Rob reserves the right to send any girl home at any time, so we shouldn’t get too wasted. We also learned that Rob alone decides who’s invited back to work each week, and that we would have to prove ourselves as a “driver of business.” Before leading us to a restroom, which doubled as a changing area, she offered a final note of caution: “Rob will be watching.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">Once outfitted, </span><em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">The Observer </em><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;">lingered alongside the toilet for as long as we could without eliciting concern. We felt weird. Rob approached and gestured toward a moderately handsome bespectacled man at the bar. He was wearing severely creased slacks. “Mike likes the new ones,” he advised. “Go talk to him.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><span style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 33.5999984741211px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">We headed toward the prospective customer, distracted along our stroll by someone’s hot pink lace thong, a set of blonde curly locks grazing another dancer’s red-demicup-encased breasts, and a white string bikini bottom with so much ruching it might as well not have existed at all.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">The gentleman identified himself as Mike, a music executive, before ordering us a drink.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Let’s go downstairs,” he said after allowing <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer </em>a sip of Amstel Light.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Bingo. Downstairs lay the official lap dance lounge—a dark room lined with leather couches divided by sheer red curtains—where patrons would be required to pay for our “company” by the song. But our sense of accomplishment soon gave way to a troubling thought:<em style="box-sizing: border-box;"> We’re not remotely buzzed enough for this!</em></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></em></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Mike flopped down on an empty banquet. All around us, temptresses were hard at work—some smiling playfully, some poking or tickling, some already grinding aggressively. In the corner we spotted Rob, eyes glaring with judgment, prepared to evaluate our debut. Here we go.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“JUST SIT ON My lap to start,” Mike coaxed. We did as instructed, settling down with our back to the customer. Mike allowed an entire Kanye West song to elapse while he posed a series of mundane questions. Embracing cliché, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em> claimed to be a 25-year-old dental assistant enrolled in night school.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">One song’s worth of small talk was apparently enough, because as Ke$ha started up, Mike grasped <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em>’s waist and shifted us abruptly from our perch atop his right thigh.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em>’s ass came to rest in Mike’s crotch. “Do what feels natural,” he suggested.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Presumably he didn’t mean “vomit all over me.” So, closing our eyes, we palmed the couch on each side of Mike’s legs. Uncomfortable but stable, we began to gyrate.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">In the corner, Rob raised an eyebrow meaningfully: <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Ramp it up!</em></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></em></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em> channeled Britney Spears. Miley Cyrus. Jessica Alba in <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Sin</em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"> City</em>. We turned around to straddle the patron. Every so often, we leaned in to tease him with our breasts. We closed our eyes and thought about George Plimpton.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I like this,” Mike whimpered.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">After roughly six minutes, Mike peeled off three 20’s, which we stuffed into a tiny clutch.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Throughout the rest of the night, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer </em>was singularly focused on the job. We entertained a short guy in an argyle sweater-vest who admitted to ejaculating in his pants, an overserved Indian man on a business outing and an attractive 30-something who told us he planned to have his girlfriend mimic our technique. What a sweetheart.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">By 3 a.m., we were $500 richer, with some very sore quadriceps.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">In spite of what Rob had promised, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em> didn’t make a <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">real connection </em>with any of the clients. Rather, we became adept at convincing these cash cows that we were somehow more than their temporary plaything, a task best achieved by gracefully accepting hollow compliments and spewing them right back in turn.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">That said, we have a confession to make: The “keeping our top on” thing? Didn’t happen. Like 95 percent of the dancers on the night in question, <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Observer</em> eventually removed our bra. The customer was a hedge funder. The night was growing late. And to be honest, in that moment, going from dry-humping strangers to upper-body nakedness didn’t seem like such a big leap.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Plimpton would have done it!</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">To our credit, when the same guy then asked “Can I buy you for the night?” we respectfully declined.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Then we headed out into the night, a solid three-fifths of our dignity intact.</div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-32782223312077030792015-04-09T09:13:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.444-07:00 not caring about pubic hair<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h1 class="title" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 47.98px; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1.1; margin: 10px; text-align: center;">My Boyfriend Told Me He Could “Feel My Pubes” During Sex</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XVG3BuxmfOKgmFD4Y8sCkPGXktkuGYn_ICd0Kxb_gRt76-ZOExvBVAm4v6RcXiezl5v9hGnd08kgF87_o4XlQu69pmg_BJ7hBNsVPfFtrdBmkbOdFnzkLE0e8XR8yB_HM8VvGxPCNBw5/s1600/melanie2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XVG3BuxmfOKgmFD4Y8sCkPGXktkuGYn_ICd0Kxb_gRt76-ZOExvBVAm4v6RcXiezl5v9hGnd08kgF87_o4XlQu69pmg_BJ7hBNsVPfFtrdBmkbOdFnzkLE0e8XR8yB_HM8VvGxPCNBw5/s1600/melanie2.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"I'm back," my sweetheart declares via telephone all right opens our front entryway.<br /><br />Fuck, I think. He's initial.<br /><br />Don't misunderstand me. Indeed, even following 18 months of dating, I want my beau's organization virtually dependably. Infrequently that implies discreetly writing at our tablets one next to the other, and in some cases it means dismembering the latest scene of "Downton Abbey" while one of us is on the latrine. (On the off chance that my beau is the embodiment of the unsettled yellow familiar object Mom sewed for me when I was an infant, I'm approve with that. Both are incredible in bed.)<br /><br />Anyway as excited as I am to welcome my beau after the five-day business trip that denied me of human warmth in bed for a really long time, I truly could have utilized the additional 20 minutes until his planned entry today. Despite everything I have to deforest my under districts, you see.</div><div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">By this stage in a relationship, you might think I’d feel at ease about letting my pubic hair grow to lengths unseen since I started tending to it back in college. Such a minor infraction of The Unspoken Upkeep Agreement, right?</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">The fact is that I’m Type-A to the point of ironing pillow cases, so slacking off at anything translates into anxiety for me. As a result, I work hard at staying on top of work related correspondence, at ensuring that I have hummus in my fridge at all times, and at remaining physically attractive to my boyfriend.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Call me a Sorry Excuse For A Feminist all you need, however you'll never see a "mother hair style" on this head, and in case I'm in warm up pants, you better accept I've screened them for ideal butt-embracing potential. I'd preferably be called vain than danger losing my beau's consideration.<br /><br />The extent that I'm concerned, however, feeling attractive doesn't oblige unobtrusiveness. Because of our open restroom entryway approach, my sweetheart has effectively seen some absolutely foul nose blowing, tweezing, shaving, and the insertion and evacuation of incalculable tampons. The length of I look put-together more often than not, I figure its charming to give somebody access to such private minutes.<br /><br />Is this evening the time to add pubic hair trimming to the rundown of imparted individual practices? I envision myself on hands and knees, gathering rebel hair pieces with a hosed paper towel. For reasons unknown, the theoretical cleanup scene scares me. The pubes must stay for one more day! Aren't they simply the tissue paper while in transit to a blessing, anyway?</div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;"><br /></div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;">The comment that throws me off comes an hour later, while my boyfriend is inside me.</div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“I can feel your pubes rubbing up against me,” he says.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Did I hear him right? So focused was I on switching from top to bottom without letting him slip out — a satisfyingly sexy maneuver for the synchronized effort it requires — that I may have misheard him. I run through the list of possible alternatives: I can feel your moods? foods? cubes? nudes? glutes? The latter might make sense, but only if we were in the reverse cowgirl position. We aren’t.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">I’m 99.72 percent sure he said “pubes,” and 100 percent sure that his comment wasn’t framed as a compliment. By my estimate, there’s a mildly reassuring .28 percent chance that he was kidding. Recently, I interrupted a rambunctious session following a gluttonous meal of spaghetti carbonara and homemade S’mores to deadpan: “Think we’ve burned off any marshmallow yet?”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">As long as you can tune back into your steamy frequency, it’s awesome to crack up during sex. If the pubic comment was made in jest, however, the window for appropriate response time already passed. So either my boyfriend hates my vagina, or, thanks to me, we’ve both missed out on a mid-sex chuckle.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">The next day, I prioritize “get waxed” over “pick up bridesmaid’s dress for Nicole’s wedding,” “renew passport,” and “re-teach self Algebra so you can tutor high school kids” on the ol’ To-Do List.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Half an hour after dinner, I start seducing my boyfriend, eager to repair his opinion of my lady parts. It’s not long before his hand is teasing the elastic band of my boy-short underwear. The grazing stops short.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“You’re bald again,” he says.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Is that disappointment I sense? “You’re the one who pointed out the need for landscaping!”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">“Noooo. I said I could feel your pubes. Because I liked it.”</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">My shoulders sink in defeat. I feel silly for agonizing over what my boyfriend meant rather than asking him in the moment, and for considering that he might be anything but attracted to my vagina.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Mostly, I feel foolish for grooming my small plot of hair so vigilantly without questioning the habit for a decade. Contemplating the thousands of dollars spent over the years on maintaining my “hard wood floor” of a pubic region, I wonder why I fell prey so easily to the Playboy-porno-pubic model.</div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;">Funds and suckerdom aside, a little research demonstrates that the accentuation on shaving and waxing may be awful for ladies' wellbeing. Much like opposable thumbs and whatever sense makes us seize noisy commotions, pubic hair fills a straightforward need: It's there to ensure our female parts. Uprooting it leaves small openings, which can be welcome mats for irresistible microscopic organisms. Whether I change always to wind up what Caitlin Moran, creator of How To Be A Woman, calls "a pubicatarian," my wallet and I are glad to realize that my sweetheart isn't killed by a little hair. Also, for my next mid-sex joke, I plan to fuse a splendid red merkin.</div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-3577915161284362392015-04-09T09:06:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.489-07:00 attending a “kissing party”<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4T9SJykfH4Hdon2hAYKM8JQ99QcVhipvz6XhLSJC3WnT9j-I8w3qFdmkxeDWvUehAAAinKlkQqS9DOe4f3lR2eoL_G5tb2Ll02s7blJGM5BApXgDtsbFRNiCjSNe1oy3r5qdlBOloL0uF/s1600/dscn0286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4T9SJykfH4Hdon2hAYKM8JQ99QcVhipvz6XhLSJC3WnT9j-I8w3qFdmkxeDWvUehAAAinKlkQqS9DOe4f3lR2eoL_G5tb2Ll02s7blJGM5BApXgDtsbFRNiCjSNe1oy3r5qdlBOloL0uF/s1600/dscn0286.jpg" /></a></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">From my experience, more than overwhelming petting underneath a cover is essentially incomprehensible on a general business flight. Once squished into a plane's modest lavatory, the stench of other individuals' dung and the trouble of situating make it very likely that your arrangements flop, truly. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">So when I found out about Flamingo Air's interesting "flights of extravagant"—exceptional touring visits offering mixed drinks, chocolates, and an "exceptionally discrete pilot" ($425 every couple)—I got really energized. At long last, I could evade the typical obstacles to joining the positions of the sexually brave. Fortunately, when I recommended to my current sweetheart that there was no more fitting approach to commend three years together than to get occupied on a plane, he said he was diversion. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">Situated in Cincinnati, Ohio, Flamingo Air has been escorting sets into the sky for over two decades. During a time spent floating between the mists, clients are encouraged to "give somebody extraordinary a flight they won't overlook" (read: engage in sexual relations). Sharon McGee and Dave MacDonald, the spouse and wife group behind Flamingo, assert that request never fades away for these brief sentimental getaways, particularly around Valentine's Day, and, interestingly, Mother's Day and Father's Day. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">As a non blow out goer, the truth of having intercourse a negligible three to five feet from a pilot on board a little air ship was somewhat more scary than close. At the same time the provisional peculiarity was absolutely justified, despite all the trouble. The following are the main 5 reasons you ought to join the Mile High Club too.</span></span></div><div class="tc_pull_quote" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 4px; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 4px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: news-gothic-std, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: 700; margin: 1em 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 20px 30px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/how-i-became-orgasm-donor.html" style="font-size: 23.9999980926514px;" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Read this: How I Became An Orgasm Donor</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3w31v8zufdFpuFmVT0UxQePHMid1NgBN93NONiggUyfkUKvraolave9WMG0AK-DQTyeRJjqNWWvHqAU9Y1KGyRzXnYs24rTtdmQGephPYSekNe8q9rdvwVtEB2RXca7pzbanfcvJsow0D/s1600/dscn0301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3w31v8zufdFpuFmVT0UxQePHMid1NgBN93NONiggUyfkUKvraolave9WMG0AK-DQTyeRJjqNWWvHqAU9Y1KGyRzXnYs24rTtdmQGephPYSekNe8q9rdvwVtEB2RXca7pzbanfcvJsow0D/s1600/dscn0301.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 15pt 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">1. The idea of flight is arousing in itself<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">"It may must be the Mile High Minute Club," my sweetheart said, indicating the lump in his jeans as we sheets Amelia, the turquoise and pink Piper Cherokee 6 airplane that would serve as our coital air chariot. You see, the general thought of flight is sexually energizing. Simply ask Angelina Jolie, who once broadly described flying as "such a great amount of better" than sex, or read up on Freud, who related elevated dreams with joy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 15pt 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">2. You get to count yourself part of a brave minority<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">As per a 2011 evaluation led by Trojan, 33 percent of American men long to have intercourse on a plane. Yet a unimportant 4 percent of U.S. grown-up respondents to a study drove by Durex reported accomplishing in-flight intercourse. The individuals who figure out how to do their sexual, high height dreams consequently constitute a tip top minority. Your five star jealousy is bound to dissipate the second you join this to some degree mystery society.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 15pt 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">3. The view is badass<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">Particularly joined with the delicate vibe of suspending, the scene of the sun setting on the scene beneath is really stunning — challenge I say, hot? Regardless of the possibility that you go the business course, it doesn't take much creative ability to imagine the sky as a setting to your sexual ventur.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 15pt 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">4. The bragging rights are unparalleled<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">The main thing you learn in the wake of joining the Mile High Club is that the main thing awesomer than joining the Mile High Club is boasting about the experience to whomever will tune in. You're certain to gain programmed admiration from others, unless obviously you're thisrandy British lady, who was captured for bringing on an upheaval after officers separated her needlessly uproarious lavatory frolic on a flight headed, too impeccably, to Sin City.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 15pt 0in;"><b><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">5. It’s our duty to toast important historical figures<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333339691162px;">One hundred years back, in 1914, the architect Lawrence Burst Sperry uncovered the autopilot, a contraption that automated flying and subsequently freed the hands for diverse targets. Sperry, whose in-flight shenanigans with a lady friendly breathed life into the tabloid highlight "Airborne Petting Ends In Wetting," seemed to comprehend the nostalgic usages of his development, and is seen as the Mile High Club's making father. Every basic recorded figure justifies a motion to pay tribute to his most noticeable achievement!</span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-17780059866688526062015-04-09T00:23:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.566-07:00How I Became An Orgasm Donor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Perched atop an exam table at Rutgers’ Imaging Center, twitching bare feet, I glance from the standard medical gown keeping me cold to drab linoleum floor to unforgiving fluorescent ceiling lights. The back wall’s landscape mural fails to distract me from the elephant in the room: A functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) machine with an offensively small cylindrical opening. I’ve volunteered to participate in a study that requires masturbating from within this behemoth while a team of scientists led by Barry Komisaruk, PhD, a Professor of Psychology and the author of several books on human sexuality, monitors my brain.</span><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">In spite of mounting anxiety, I allow Komisaruk and his colleague, Meryl Streep lookalike Nan Wise, LCSW, to enclose my upper body in a cage-like device. Within seconds, I can no longer budge my neck or head—at all. Thanks to large headphones connected to a microphone through which Komisaruk will eventually communicate with me, I am also deaf to my surroundings.</span><span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">I remind myself that the aim of this experiment—to create a sensory homunculus (a map, essentially) of the female brain during climax, the male equivalent of which has long existed—is honorable and essential. But no matter how helpful my participation might be to the 24 to 37 percent of women who report trouble orgasming, the fact is that I am supremely uncomfortable, and I have never felt less sexy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">How the hell am I supposed to get myself off under these conditions?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">As Komisaruk and Wise guide me into recline, each grasping one clammy hand, I try to drain my mouth of fast accumulating saliva. But the natural chin motion required to do so isn’t possible. </span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Overwhelmed by this additional sacrifice in body functionality, I flail arms and kick up legs, a turtle on its back desperate to turn over.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“Deep breaths,” Komisaruk coaches while releasing me from headgear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;">“I’m so sorry,” I clamor.</div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;"><img alt="insidemeshmask" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-257486" height="438" src="http://thoughtcatalog.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/insidemeshmask.jpg?w=584&h=438" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; max-width: 100%; vertical-align: middle; width: 438px;" width="584" /></div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;"><br /></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">The truth is that we know embarrassingly little about female orgasm, a phenomenon that’s less easily measured than its more mechanical, splash-finale male counterpart. So when presented with the opportunity to help Dr. Komisaruk decode the female brain—and, however selfishly, to obtain some information on the inner workings of my personal sensual department—I couldn’t resist. Luckily, Komisaruk welcomes volunteers, most of whom find him by word of mouth, like I did.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">A week before I trekked from New York City to Rutgers campus in Newark, New Jersey, Wise rang me to chat about my upcoming contribution to science. She explained that the data they planned to collect would be grouped with other participants’ to create a time course depiction of the areas activated at the start of stimulation, throughout build-up, and during orgasmic resolution.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“The more we know, the better equipped we’ll be to help the millions of women suffering from Female Sexual Dysfunction (FSD),” she said. “There are even potential pain-blocking applications to understanding these neural pathways.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Visual stimulus would not be provided during the experiment, Wise said, and while dildos were permitted, a clitoral climax was preferred for the sake of consistency (most participants before me had opted against a prop).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“One other thing I have to emphasize is that you can’t move anything other than your hand.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><img alt="meshmask" class="alignnone wp-image-257487" src="http://thoughtcatalog.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/meshmask.jpg?w=584" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; max-width: 100%; vertical-align: middle;" width="584" /></div><div class="adjust_blocks_for_ads" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: minion-pro, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 24px; width: auto !important;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“I can’t move my hips? At all?” I gasped, envisioning the pelvic thrusting upon which I rely heavily when touching myself down there.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“Our heads are vulnerable when any body part budges, and even a millimeter wriggle will compromise the data, Sweetie. It’s doable, though, I promise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Wise was right. I was not their first guinea pig, after all. Plus, there are people out there who report thinking themselves to climax.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“I can do it,” I declared. I would just have to practice.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Seven days later, I entered Rutger’s Psychology Department somewhat proficient at playing statue while masturbating.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Wise greeted me in an oversized white blouse, hair tousled, air calm. She introduced me to Dr. Komisaruk, who, in black slacks and a blue oxford, seemed refreshingly at ease as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“I realize we demand a lot from our subjects,” said Komisaruk while scuttling about to collect release forms and gather the tools to shape my mask.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">As I lay atop a cushioned table, Komisaruk customized sheets of white mesh plastic to match the contours of my face and the back of my head after heating them in hot water. The finished product would make a solid Halloween costume, I joked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">By that point, any reservations I had about performing the most intimate of acts in front of people were sidelined by the kinship I felt with Komisaruk and Wise, who clearly cared deeply about their research. There would be four others I had not yet met watching me through an observation window while I went about my business, but I felt good about my role in the project and those guiding me through it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">If only I had been able to preserve this sense of well-being when transferred from office to hospital.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><img alt="fMRIRutgers" src="http://thoughtcatalog.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/fmrirutgers.jpg?w=584&h=778" /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">At the Imaging Center an hour later, robbed of too many faculties in an environment neither cozy nor sensual, I continue to panic.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Freed from restraints, I hunch over to heave in and out.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“This isn’t an abnormal reaction,” says Komisaruk.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">“Drink some water,” advises Wise.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Eventually, I manage to sit upright, at which point I note four pairs of strange eyes peering back at me. Suddenly, it matters how these four lab coats might see me. My special rotating hand movement! My o-face! Shouldn’t we all at least have dinner first?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">At Wise’s behest, I drag myself into the observation room to rest, where a young male technician and three female students greet me. Each congratulates me on my courage. One girl who holds a copy of “Do Gentleman Really Prefer Blondes?” kindly briefs me on some of the science behind sex, love, and attraction.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">How can I disappoint such a warm group so dedicated to an important cause?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Half an hour and a few sips of water later, I collect my bearings.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Positioned inside the fMRI, I breeze through preliminary exercises. I complete five rounds of kegels in 30-second increments punctuated by 30-second rest periods. It’s easy to clench and release my vaginal muscles when instructed, but I have to work hard not to do so while at rest because I’m still thinking about the motion. To distract myself, I hum “Like A Virgin.” When Komisaruk asks me to “commence nipple tapping” (another warm up) in the husky voice of an older man, I manage not to crack up.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Finally, I am told to “begin clitoral self-stimulation.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">When a few of my go-to circular motions prove futile, I begin to perspire. Again, I am the young adult struggling to decipher her anatomy. I curse my body for producing moisture in my armpits rather than my private parts, but self-loathing only leads to more sweating.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">This is when I realize that negativity and self-doubt are self-defeating. To orgasm, I have to feel good. I have to get in the right mindset in spite of my current confines.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">To separate myself from my surroundings, my discomfort, and my audience, I imagine some of the best sex I’ve ever had. I relive the flirtation that stemmed from instant chemistry with my current boyfriend. I remember how we couldn’t resist ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as we were alone together. How I straddled him while he looked at me with those charmingly devilish eyes. I recall the extended seconds between the times at which the tip and shaft of his penis entered me for the first time. I become wet and aroused, as I was then.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">At the onset of orgasm, I raise my left hand (the agreed upon signal). When the sensation passes, I lower it, smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Afterward, Dr. Komisaruk and his team thank me profusely. Immersed in the after glow of fulfillment, I am happy to have helped, and happier yet to know that I’m capable of letting go in the least promising circumstances.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">A few weeks later, I return to Rutgers to review the results with Dr. Komisaruk and Wise, who point out that my scans depict neurological activation in the expected regions. This is reassuring, but the green dots speckled across my brain’s pleasure centers seem like just that in the end. Of greater note is the news that I’m a “good candidate for multiple orgasms” since I climaxed within a relatively short amount of time (2 minutes and 6 seconds).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16pt;">But the real takeaway is recalling my fMRI achievement—and what it means about the elasticity of our minds and bodies. The possibilities, it seems, are truly limitless.</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-4774966138881757422015-04-04T22:50:00.000-07:002015-04-04T22:50:25.471-07:00bd newsokAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-75020435654319915162015-04-03T11:52:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.582-07:00The Best Shirts for Flabby Arms<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h2 class="deck" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-stretch: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 17.5px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;">Instantly slim down your arms with these 7 fashion rules</span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-C13aWWdllFBdYVl94hn74RYGXZ8EDXMB7L0IhqGNvpg0E-I49_vdg3aT_Km_vjtHfNMCklbWaEXYrPUWbxjUx7pANyfHuCzG3SCzqzVV9_h6PROzMbgaSMR7eibB4895qrfl55eF_uG/s1600/TheBestShirts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17.5px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-C13aWWdllFBdYVl94hn74RYGXZ8EDXMB7L0IhqGNvpg0E-I49_vdg3aT_Km_vjtHfNMCklbWaEXYrPUWbxjUx7pANyfHuCzG3SCzqzVV9_h6PROzMbgaSMR7eibB4895qrfl55eF_uG/s1600/TheBestShirts.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">Have a bit additional meat on your arms? Don't let your shirts feature that reality. Brian </span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;">Boye, Men's Health design and preparing executive, imparts 7 approaches to make your arms seem slimmer. </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-weight: normal;">(On the off chance that you have the inverse issue, figure out </span><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/how-to-make-your-skinny-arms-look-their.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">How to Make Your Skinny Arms Look Their Best</span></a><span style="color: #393939; font-weight: normal;">.) </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">T-Shirts </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Go Loose </span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">Your sleeve shouldn't appear as though its strangling your bicep. "Settle on something with a little squirm room," says Boye. "An inch or two of abundance sleeve fabric will give the right extent of fragile living creature and fabric." </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Think Dark </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">There's a reason each lady has a go-to minimal dark dress: Dark shades are thinning, says Boye. Select hues like dark, naval force, and charcoal over white. </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Check the Shoulders </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">At the point when the shirt's creases sit within your shoulders, they make your arms seem greater than they truly are, says Boye. For the most complimenting fit, the creases ought to lay on the edges—or even a little past the outside—of your shoulders. </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Perused the Tag </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">"Anything with stretch will simply stick to the parts of your body you don't need it to," says Boye. Save your arms and pick 100-percent cotton T-shirts. </span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">DRESS SHIRTS</span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"> </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Tone it Down </span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">Keep away from expansive, eye-getting examples. "Wide stripes and striking checked feature heave," says Boye. </span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">Rather, he proposes picking flimsy stripes and micro-geometric examples in darker hues to give the deception that your arms are more slender. </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Pick the Right Fit </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">For slimmer-looking arms, stay away from thin fit. The restricted slice through the sleeve will just underline the boundary of your arms, Boy says. </span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">Your go-to fit: exemplary. "These are curtailed a bit roomier in the body and sleeve," he clarifies. </span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">Unroll</span><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"> </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;">Hold your sleeves down. Moving up your sleeves will include an additional a large portion of an inch of fabric to your upper arm, says Boys. </span></div></h2></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-48394776246687766922015-04-03T11:50:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.638-07:00How to Make Your Skinny Arms Look Their Best<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h2 class="deck" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17.5px; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px;">Create the illusion of bigger biceps with these 6 rules</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTl2BBhe7VzIw87w9Q7I853Kb-aPXv3Vy8s878Unupwx36JQ5IABt0xovHUKA4KWk1kWMot1RF3YduQH2hVTeHxg9Lf3AZNBN5HlFwXF9GfmCIJKvNY9yoj-OPhhF96P1sg0yAXaNBJVM/s1600/ms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTl2BBhe7VzIw87w9Q7I853Kb-aPXv3Vy8s878Unupwx36JQ5IABt0xovHUKA4KWk1kWMot1RF3YduQH2hVTeHxg9Lf3AZNBN5HlFwXF9GfmCIJKvNY9yoj-OPhhF96P1sg0yAXaNBJVM/s1600/ms.jpg" /></a></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">You have little arms, however the world doesn't have to know. Make your arms look greater in shirts by taking after these 6 standards fromMen's Health design and prepping chief Brian Boye. </span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><b>T-Shirts </b></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Take out Extra Fabric </span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">"You don't need the sleeve fabric to overpower your biceps," says Boye. "Extent is key. The more tightly the sleeve, the greater your arm looks." </span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Utilize the two-finger manage as direction, he says: If you can fit more than two fingers between your arm and the sleeve, the shirt's too huge. </span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 22px;"><b>Perused the Tag </b></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Boye suggests picking T-shirts that contain a little rate of stretch blended with cotton. "This will help the shirt stick to your biceps," he says. </span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><b>Go Down a Size </b></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">A few men can't force themselves to purchase anything other than a "Vast." The detached sleeves may overwhelm your arms, however, Boye clarifies. Set aside your pride and put on a medium or little to in a split second make your arms look greater. (Or if nothing else not as little!) </span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><b>DRESS SHIRTS </b></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 22px;"><b>Pick the Right Fit </b></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">In the event that you need your arms to look as large as could reasonably be expected in the meeting room, settle on thin fit, present day fit, or fitted cuts. </span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">"These are slimmer in the body and sleeves, and relatively look better on thin arms and casings," Boye says. "Keep away from excellent fit, which is roomier in both the body and the sleeve." </span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><b>Demonstrate Some Skin </b></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 22px;">Move up your shirt just past your elbow. "The sleeve will add heave to your biceps, giving the dream of bigger arms," says Boye. </span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"><b>Toning it down would be ideal </b></span></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">In the event that you can get a modest bunch of fabric or all the more on your sleeve while wearing it, you're doing your arms an injury. It's a sign you require a littler size or a slimmer fit, clarifies Boye.</span></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-64353182220768432242015-04-02T12:58:00.000-07:002015-04-12T12:54:20.652-07:0010 Steps To Having OMG Oral <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRjondRtu6cNkzkJTUBlq7PmdyzhQclkfOO9FOxvCAq3lXK_-o1SgjUrVsTNfk9QUMBdroMRc8Zbzs6X7ju1rgNAhlDafQS7RNZg9jMv6BZENkLe5yI18OV5yWmHI8T6KlcyCxC_uHUgM/s1600/kissing_2_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRjondRtu6cNkzkJTUBlq7PmdyzhQclkfOO9FOxvCAq3lXK_-o1SgjUrVsTNfk9QUMBdroMRc8Zbzs6X7ju1rgNAhlDafQS7RNZg9jMv6BZENkLe5yI18OV5yWmHI8T6KlcyCxC_uHUgM/s1600/kissing_2_0.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><b>Make oral sex an explosive event for both of you</b></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Need to make him insane? Need him to make you insane? Going south is a backbone for some, an uncommon unique event for others – yet when you are grinding away, after the right steps can take it from hot to awe-insiring. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">As a matter of first importance, quit considering it an occupation. Going down on your accomplice or having them go down on you—can prompt the most hazardous climaxes both of you have ever had. For huge numbers of us, there's no greater turn-on—or feeling of strengthening than being singularly in control of another person's pleasure. It can drive up the joy point if a demonstration of foreplay, or be a staggeringly fun headliner shockingly better when the support is returned! </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">It's about reckoning, says Jessica Drake, Director of Jessica Drake's Guide to Wicked Sex: Fellatio. "At the point when giving fellatio, dependably begin moderate and let your accomplice know its for his advantage. In your own particular words, tell your man that its "penis massage time" and you don't expect anything consequently. You can utilize this data to tease him with a suggestive content or telephone call prior in the day. At that point when the time comes, utilize just your tongue. Don't consolidate hands yet. Tease him into full arousal, and on the off chance that he's now excited, make him need it much more," says Drake. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Utilize this orderly manual for make oral sex an unstable occasion for both of you—one you'll wait over and relish, that'll abandon you both asking for add</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><strong style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">1. First the basics:</strong><br /><strong style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Much the same as whatever else, there's some prep work that goes into giving a slippery caress, says dating master Laurel House. Have a greased up mouth, at the end of the day you don't need a dry mouth. Put your hair in a braid. Don't utilize your teeth, unless you are progressed and comprehend what you're doing. Secure your teeth with your lip by wrapping your lip over upper teeth as though you are mirroring a toothless individual. Be mindful that this can make cuts on your upper inward lip, yet you'll get accustomed to it and develop the skin. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Be mindful of your hair. When he's going down on you, numerous gentlemen lean toward no hair down there by any means. Some like a little tickle. Few (yet at the same time some) adoration an all out bramble! Converse with your accomplice about what turns them on in the matter of the amount of hair you've got going ahead down there, says House.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><strong style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">2. Pay attention:</strong><br /><strong style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></strong>Oral sex is about asking your accomplice what they like and what feels great. "Some like teeth, some like all lips. Some like the highest point of the penis sucked. Some like the front. A few ladies like tender stroking of their clitoris. Some like more profound rubbing," says Dr. Alyse Kelly-Jones, of the Mintview OB/GYN hone in Charlotte NC. It's about figuring out what makes your accomplice blast.<br /><br />Compliment then direct, House recommends, is the best key for both sides. Is it accurate to say that he is going down on you and you like the movement, however he's a couple of millimeters off the spot? Let him know that you love the wonderful way it feels, and might he be able to do it somewhat more to one side. When he hits the spot, let him know with a groan and a "yes!" that he's privilege on target!<br /><br /><strong style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">3. Make them wait:</strong><br /><strong style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></strong><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;">Tell them what you need to do. Later. At that point make them hold up, recommends Mona Darling, a Dominatrix Mommy Blogger and Women's Sexual Wellness Consultant. Begin at the top, work some way or another down, and passed your expected target. Some of the time we wind up plunging into oral sex, overlooking in our energy, that foresight can be an astounding love potion. The skin on the thighs, neck and areolas (or both men and ladies) can get to be strongly touchy when exotically teased; making oral sex amazing when you have fabricated suspicion. Give them a chance to draw near to climax, then back off. Over and over. Stop in the center and do something else for some time. A little tease and dissent can zest things up and make it considerably crazier when you hit it up. When you do at long last issue them that climax, it will be brain blowing. Particularly, on the off chance that they are concerned you may stop once more.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">4. Perception is everything:</strong></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></strong></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">"As noted in my "Fellatio" portion of 'Jessica drake's Guide to Wicked Sex,' a man's vantage point is imperative," says Drake. While each man may have his own particular extraordinary spot, remember your area. Position yourself to issue him a slippery caress before a mirror, or some place with in any event with an incomplete perspective of a mirror, and give your man an entire new measurement. Make sure to wear something that shows cleavage and tie your hair into a pig tail to issue him an unhindered perspective of the activity. That way he'll hold all the energy of getting a penis massage, in addition to he can watch it from distinctive edges, Drake says. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><b>5. Consider including lube: </b></span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Lube makes oral sex more smoking in light of the fact that you can slip, slide and suck some way or another into a more prominent assortment of positions and methods, says Astroglide's Resident Sexologist, Dr. Jess. For instance, in the event that you like to get a tight grasp while going down on your man, one of the best methods includes bracing him between your teeth, yet covering your upper teeth with your upper lip and your lower teeth with your tongue. Attempt it on your finger and you'll see exactly how tight it is! Anyhow you'll likewise perceive that it can get crude in light of the fact that your upper lip gives no oil, so include a couple of drops of water-based lube to make his system more pleasurable for both of you. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">In case you're performing oral sex on a lady, lube is your closest companion, says Dr. Jess. Add some dangerous stuff to your fingers and join them with your tongue so it feels just as numerous tongues are licking surrounding her sweet spots." </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><b>6. Be a tease: </b></span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Make it all the more enticing by beginning off moderate and keeping up a moderate, enduring form up before grabbing the beat, says Dr. Jane Greer, New York-based marriage and sex specialist and creator of What About Me? Prevent Selfishness From Ruining Your Relationship. A moderate begin of the door is better for oral sex. Tell your accomplice you cherish their taste. "Tell the beneficiary that issuing them delight turns you on - individuals can get uncomfortable and unstable that the individual performing oral doesn't generally appreciating doing it," says Greer. Tell them they can take the length of they need. To put it plainly, anything that wipes out sentiments of being reluctant or restrained will improve oral sex. Also, recall, the result of oral sex doesn't generally need to be climax - it can be adequately utilized as foreplay too. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><b>7. Be a triple danger: </b></span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">The best strategy incorporates hand, mouth and tongue coordination, all musically moving parts, sort of like at the same time rubbing your stomach and tapping your head, says House. "You need your mouth marginally crushing while going here and there along the pole, your hand is wrapping his pole and taking after your mouth all over while including a turn, and your tongue is moving around his tip," House says. For the more progressed, envision you are playing an instrument and your fingers are opening and shutting as they may on a harp; pinky to ring finger to center finger to pointer, rehash. How tight you press relies on upon the amount of weight he appreciates. By and large, men with bigger penises like more weight and men with littler penises favor less weight. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><b>8. Bear in mind about the balls: </b></span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">A few men adoration to have their balls tenderly stroked, pulled, rubbed, and sucked. A considerable lot of them have no clue the amount they cherish it on the grounds that nobody has ever done it to them, says House. On the off chance that you are exceptionally best in class, you can gently utilize your teeth to force their balls, as well, including extra sensation. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><b>9. Be eager: </b></span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Tell your man that you appreciate issuing him joy. "Make it clear that you like what you're doing. When he begins to cum, don't stop, and in the event that you would prefer not to swallow, he will never know. Utilize your salivation and his cum to stroke him. Rub his cockerel with all your salivation and utilizing both hands until he quits moving. Trust me, he'll thank you later!" says Drake. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><b>10. Settle on the choice to give up! </b></span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Open Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Is it accurate to say that he is going down on you? When he has begun, settle on the choice to appreciate it, recommends House. Sounds self-evident, yet such a variety of ladies have some major snags genuinely giving up, making it so that its not as agreeable for you, and sort of a waste for him. He WANTS to satisfy you! Give him a chance to.</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-42548852479604094872015-04-02T12:40:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.708-07:005 Reasons Hairy Men Make Better Husbands (Says Science)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYctFuvlz44Twmm5eW1EnxG1c536VPUs1w23XLxIPPgXibL4_5IEGa9IVoO_M6cRLf7Zz71uNVA_f5dt8sTcWQZNTvZHIyqKBJtYhqU5ZvZAVTo1MNSjbb3zDVtrHNUXORifc-hzdzWSDq/s1600/hairy_man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYctFuvlz44Twmm5eW1EnxG1c536VPUs1w23XLxIPPgXibL4_5IEGa9IVoO_M6cRLf7Zz71uNVA_f5dt8sTcWQZNTvZHIyqKBJtYhqU5ZvZAVTo1MNSjbb3zDVtrHNUXORifc-hzdzWSDq/s1600/hairy_man.jpg" /></a></div><b>Issue us a fuzzy midsection or issue us passing. </b><br /><br />We long for the great ol' days when bushy midsections and full whiskers were commended on men rather than, well, the thorough manscaping that is going on these days.<br /><br />Not on our side with this one? Here are 5 reasons — demonstrated by science — why bushy men make wonderful life accomplish.<br /><br />1. <b>They're manly. </b><br /><br />It's valid! <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"> </span><b><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/hirsutes-you-women-are-more-pulled-in.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Research</span></a></b> demonstrates 54 percent of ladies lean toward a manly man with facial hair over a gentleman who's clean shaven. (Furthermore, if the larger part of ladies concur on this, then they can't all not be right, seriously? We think not.)<br /><br />2. <b>They're savvy. </b><br /><br />Discover specialists and masters <b><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/how-to-take-sexy-selfies-as-explained.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Sexy</span></a></b>? Odds are they're furry under those white layers. <a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/hirsutes-you-women-are-more-pulled-in.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: red;">Exploration</span></b></a> demonstrates that body hair is associated with insight. Still not persuaded? Another study found that the lion's share of individuals in Mensa — the biggest IQ society on the planet — additionally have thick body hair!<br /><br />3. <b>They're diverting. </b><br /><br />Jason Mantzoukas, Will Ferrell, Seth Rogen, Jonah Hill, Robin Williams, Jim Gaffigan and Zach Galifianakis have two things in like manner: They're silly and they're furry. Alright, so this isn't precisely science, yet whatever, it ought to be.<br /><br />4.<b> They're into great reasons. </b><br /><br />At the point when November moves around you can see numerous men running hard and fast with developing out their facial hair for "Movember" to advance mindfulness for prostate and testicular tumor. Also, a man who conveys attention to awesome reasons is DEFINITELY <b><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/just-in-sex-and-booze-make-you-happier.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">marriage</span></a></b> material.<br /><br />5. <b>They're secure with themselves</b>.<br /><br />Right now the dominant part of millenial men — 57 percent, actually — manscape. Need a man who doesn't take after the present state of affairs? Go <b><a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/04/10-steps-to-having-omg-oral-sex.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">10 Steps To Having OMG Oral Sex</span></a></b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-40789077853388352692015-04-02T12:01:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.843-07:00Hirsutes you: Women are more pulled in to men with stubble (and they lean toward bristly midsections and backs as well) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">On the off chance that you have ever experienced stubble rash, you'll energetically oppose this idea. In any case as per new research distributed today, ladies are more pulled in to men with facial hair than without.<br /><br />Fifty-four every penny of ladies surveyed said they favored a man with facial hair. One and only in three said that they favored a clean-shaven look, while the staying 14per penny wouldn't fret.<br /><br />The study, directed by to stamp the begin of philanthropy facial hair month 'Movember', additionally investigated the reasons why ladies lean toward men with facial hair.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvT_V5bEt5MBW-V7rJcSBMPNOV1OcZg_AArZwt4rL0BMRkceIVjeRLTWELhwIU_-24sMGEcFvbrqomjKp2C7sF257izZvMLcv5wMK5x8cMjEkgbtAWLDDoUEOykVwHoSThOdlKgL5HSoL/s1600/374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvT_V5bEt5MBW-V7rJcSBMPNOV1OcZg_AArZwt4rL0BMRkceIVjeRLTWELhwIU_-24sMGEcFvbrqomjKp2C7sF257izZvMLcv5wMK5x8cMjEkgbtAWLDDoUEOykVwHoSThOdlKgL5HSoL/s1600/374.jpg" /></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: left;">Ladies' choice: David Beckham's all-over stubble is a hit with women</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Seventy-six every penny of the ladies who admitted to an inclination for facial hair said that they discovered a man with facial hair 'more manly,' and therefore more appealing. </div><div><br /></div><div>One in ten conceded that they thought clean-shaven men 'regularly looked youthful.' </div><div><br /></div><div>66% of the ladies who said they supported facial hair said that they most loved all-over stubble, while only 12 every penny favored a whiskers. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nineteen every penny said that they most enjoyed a mustache when it came to facial hair, yet only six every penny favored goatees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTjsjWb5rQIeczONenSvDqrDoL2ugGAII3ecN7SR0is8Mzn77-CZCHBRZGk5i9V_vftL3arMeVDhoim6g4EJjrybCMblP0Y2AUssl9_kmUNlxK-R62tj_9-u32xrStKUEN2aAeDBWadVz/s1600/31x3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTjsjWb5rQIeczONenSvDqrDoL2ugGAII3ecN7SR0is8Mzn77-CZCHBRZGk5i9V_vftL3arMeVDhoim6g4EJjrybCMblP0Y2AUssl9_kmUNlxK-R62tj_9-u32xrStKUEN2aAeDBWadVz/s1600/31x3.jpg" /></a></div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtGgkvUwSA1om_JkGym26DmSfA0kzyT4zhD0ZkBh1GGbAu2PYbcNTnKe55Ef0Ft6uEiAOGFWbIwtuLnfbfsmQZWl06M8zk7Iu1_YdEs8NijCgptXNX0mThAKl1dAM51Kpwev53X7DXPNX/s1600/313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtGgkvUwSA1om_JkGym26DmSfA0kzyT4zhD0ZkBh1GGbAu2PYbcNTnKe55Ef0Ft6uEiAOGFWbIwtuLnfbfsmQZWl06M8zk7Iu1_YdEs8NijCgptXNX0mThAKl1dAM51Kpwev53X7DXPNX/s1600/313.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Facial hair top choices: Actor Johnny Depp (right) dons a goatee, while Tom Selleck is a most loved with ladies on account of his unmistakable mustache<br />The site, which surveyed 1, 832 ladies matured 18 and over, likewise got some information about body hair on a man.<br /><br />Just over a large portion of (51 every penny) said that they favored a man with hair on his midsection and back, with 27 every penny supporting a bare, or waxed body.<br /><br />Of the individuals who favored a man with hair on his midsection and back, a little more than two fifths clarified that they discovered a smooth-bodied man 'excessively female.'<br /><br />Over a large portion of the ladies who joined in the study conceded that they had dated a man who despised his body hair.<br />Andy Barr, promoting executive said: 'With the begin of the acclaimed Movember philanthropy mustache month approaching, we thought it would be intriguing to investigate how ladies truly feel about facial hair on men.<br /><br />'Notwithstanding it being to some degree talk that ladies aren't an enthusiast of excessively bushy men; our outcomes demonstrated an incredible inverse, with the dominant part of ladies inclining toward both facial and real hair on a man, to a man with a "smoother" picture.<br /><br />'This can likely be disclosed by about-facing to impulse, most importantly. Men with more testosterone were more prone to succeed as seeker/gatherers, and were thus rather shaggy.<br /><br />'Fortunately for furry blokes, any semblance of Beckham and Johnny Depp have made facial hair more than elegant lately; so all men can wear that 'tache with pride!'<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-74951248490971440112015-03-29T08:09:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:20.901-07:00Benefits of Mangoes to your Baby<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsn47e1gc-mV4OqRWSQUFVbcrkTSUxlkjeUT-6XBqiaVZFi7rDeiCSgV4SLWGwVqMCVqDnBpbxKtyfclUZjWFLecvGo-iiPTWRXuKATkAXg4bbbFV3NkCAjvqB51NArIQWltbpjiZQ2Esy/s1600/mango-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsn47e1gc-mV4OqRWSQUFVbcrkTSUxlkjeUT-6XBqiaVZFi7rDeiCSgV4SLWGwVqMCVqDnBpbxKtyfclUZjWFLecvGo-iiPTWRXuKATkAXg4bbbFV3NkCAjvqB51NArIQWltbpjiZQ2Esy/s1600/mango-.jpg" /></a></div>Mango is one of the intriguing organic products on the planet with extraordinary medical advantages. A percentage of the medical advantages from mangoes in infant nourishment incorporates assurance of visual perception, battles microbial contamination, effortlessly absorb able, change in mind health and numerous more.<br /><br />Developed mostly in the tropics of India and South East Asia, mango is thought to be the 'Ruler of Fruits'. The profits that we can acknowledge from mangoes incorporate effectively absorb able, assurance of visual perception, battles microbial diseases and change in mind health.<br /><br />In South East Asia, summers are exceptionally hot and intense. Anyhow individuals have an awesome motivation to commend summer and that is, landing of summer brings mangoes. In India, mango is an appreciated as it is eaten both in unripe and ready states. Unripe and greatly sharp mangoes are fever, as most families get ready mango pickles which keep going for over a year. Ready mangoes are additionally a rage because of their sweet taste. It is eaten after dinners and/or in the nights.<br /><br />Mango is accepted to have started in South East Asia. One can discover numerous mixtures of mango organic product which change in size, shape, composition and taste. While some unripe mangoes are extremely sharp, others are less acrid. As the organic product ages, the sharpness vanishes and what remains is a sweet flavor. While in a few mangoes, the substance with fiber composition forms into sweet squeeze and with apparently hard tissue would form into smooth and delicate natural product. A large portion of these assortments have been developed in India for quite a while. India is the most noteworthy maker of mangoes on the planet, with more than 16 million tons delivered in 2010-2011, while the entire world's offer of mangoes is around 38 million tons.<br /><br />Why mango?<br /><br />Acquaint mango with your child not on the grounds that, it is an extraordinary and prepared natural product. Anyhow, present it in light of the fact that, it contains a great deal of great things that your infant requirements for adding to an in number body and brain.<br /><br />Organic products, for example, mangoes contain high measure of vitamins, minerals and starches. It would be putting it mildly to say that vitamins and minerals are crucial for your infant. Actually, disparaging their part in infant's development can bring about lacks later on.<br /><br />A portion of the medical advantages of mango for infants<br /><br />Useful for vision: The visual perception of new conceived infants is not as tremendously grown as grown-up people. Their sight proficiency creates amid the course of their development in the consequent months. Amid this time, great supply of vitamin An is required for legitimate and fast improvement of visual perception. Ready mango can be a decent decision on the grounds that it is high in vitamin A.<br /><br />Effortlessly absorb-able: Puree of mango organic product is effectively edible, particularly for newborn children. Nourishing them with mangoes is additionally profitable in light of the fact that, mangoes contain chemicals and biochemicals, for example, esters, Petersen and aldehyde which advance assimilation.<br /><br />Battles microbial contamination: One may ponder about this advantage. Eating mango natural product advances epithelial capacity in the body and subsequently the assault of microorganisms is lessened to a critical degree. The microorganisms assaulting can acquire regular colds, rhinitis, sinusitis, and so forth.<br /><br />Fortifies safety: Infants and kids have a feeble resistant framework and it would be creating stage. Amid this period any sustenance that advances the safe capacity is a welcome. Mangoes are such natural products which advance insusceptible framework in your infant. The high carotene and beta-carotene substance show in mangoes advances the invulnerable framework and makes it stronger.<br /><br />Empowers mind health: Brain improvement is additionally critical in babies as body advancement. Cerebrum working enhances by devouring mangoes. Mangoes are rich in vitamin B-6 which helps in enhanced cerebrum working. Aside from vitamin B-6, mangoes contain glut-amine corrosive and it is known to enhance memory and fixation.<br /><br />Security against sunstroke: Another profit of mangoes amid summer is their insurance against sunstroke and hot winds. Unripe mangoes can either be cooked in hot cinders or steam bubbled and the mash got can be made into a squash blended with sugar and water. This juice taken amid hot summers can secure against lack of hydration and sunstroke. This is fit to be given for babies who are up and running throughout the day amid summers.<br /><br />Measures to be taken while encouraging mangoes<br /><br />The age of the child: Make beyond any doubt to nourish mangoes just to children who are no less than 6 months of age and those for whom strong or semi strong nourishment has officially begun.<br /><br />Surface of the organic product: The composition of the mango organic product is additionally vital. Sustain just pounded up mango leafy foods beyond any doubt that it doesn't contain any strands. A few mangoes can have number of filaments which can make gulping troublesome for your infant.<br /><br />Don't bolster unripe mango: Unripe mango is not to be nourished to babies. Unripe mango can be exceptionally sharp and infants may not care for it and besides, unripe mangoes can be toxic to numerous babies.<br /><br />Look at for hypersensitivities: Mango being a tropical organic product may be susceptible to some individuals. In the event that there is history of nourishment unfavorable susceptibilities in your family, then take your pediatrician's recommendation, as sustenance hypersensitivities can go down from eras. Additionally perform, the 4 day test to verify that your infant is not affected by mangoes.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-30290098376331323122015-03-16T11:46:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:21.036-07:00The Most Horrifying Study Of The Year<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;">Sorry, everybody, but incurable gonorrhea is now a real thing.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKuLt7gW6AwaaFygx-08puYLXD9BsTDjJzEmuqrDdPY9Y8hAp8SW_RQ2jZvAmZUAdstuuMtDErnD80INYk523OGVzBiFm1BRmkbrad12n3LPgkQDXLPRGdo2wP3ksjDUKZt3GT7Oin68u/s1600/safesex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKuLt7gW6AwaaFygx-08puYLXD9BsTDjJzEmuqrDdPY9Y8hAp8SW_RQ2jZvAmZUAdstuuMtDErnD80INYk523OGVzBiFm1BRmkbrad12n3LPgkQDXLPRGdo2wP3ksjDUKZt3GT7Oin68u/s1600/safesex.jpg" /></a></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 21px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"></div><div class="bold-first-three" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; float: left; font-family: acronymextrabold; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; margin: -0.13em 0px 0px; padding: 0px;">Of all the </div>word pairings you’d hate to see upon waking up in the morning, I’d wager that “incurable gonorrhea” rates near the top.<br /><br />According to a new study in the Journal of the American Medical Association, patients in a Canadian clinic have proven resistant to cephalosporins, a form of oral antibiotic traditionally used to treat the disease.<br /><br />And the news gets worse, says US News and World Report:<br /><br /><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 21px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 30px;"><br /><span style="background: transparent; border: 0px; color: #888888; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Last year, both the World Health Organization and the Centers for Disease Control warned that untreatable gonorrhea—the world's second most common sexually transmitted infection—could soon be a reality as the bacteria showed increasing resistance to cephalosporins in lab tests.</span><br /><br /><span style="background: transparent; border: 0px; color: #888888; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">"These are the clinical cases we've been waiting for," Allen says. "This is the translation of the lab information into what the clinical consequence is."</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px !important; line-height: 21px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><br />Gonorrhea currently affects as many as 700,000 Americans every year. For now, at least, the problem seems to have been contained by using a stronger antibiotic, ceftriaxone. But lest that put your mind at ease, the story leaves us with little reason for optimism.<br /><br />"I think without a doubt this will become a bigger problem," Allen says. "The next threat is when, not if, the same thing happens with ceftriaxone. And then what?"</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-57622243214837499112015-03-16T11:42:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:21.059-07:00frightening STD stats<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17.5px; line-height: 18px;">Unless you're a cloistered monk, you're at risk for a sexually transmitted disease. So learn the facts and protect yourself</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6Zk5UGDzevMCc_bq9w7p6ddrV-9B07x9j1Xfutqo6h1bqT4ehuUNsOA6X_0D5iPmyawL98KyxVxhbMeXP8UTtZvYacw8VHlxaIn6T7u7wXG7uS2Z33kkTmps26gnY8fVf1ZsY5sa81fs/s1600/STD_Odds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6Zk5UGDzevMCc_bq9w7p6ddrV-9B07x9j1Xfutqo6h1bqT4ehuUNsOA6X_0D5iPmyawL98KyxVxhbMeXP8UTtZvYacw8VHlxaIn6T7u7wXG7uS2Z33kkTmps26gnY8fVf1ZsY5sa81fs/s1600/STD_Odds.jpg" height="640" width="565" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">You may think you know everything you need to know about STDs: Syphilis was a threat, like, 200 years ago, HPV is a woman thing, and HIV is really scary—but would never happen to you. Plus, you wear condoms like a good, responsible guy, so you have nothing to worry about, right?</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"> </span></div><br /><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br />Not exactly. Most people are under the impression that only societal "outcasts" get STDs, says Jill Grimes, M.D. and author of <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Seductive Delusions: How Everyday People Catch STDs</em>. "Let me tell you, that is not the population I treat with STDs. My patients are doctors, lawyers, accountants, teachers, models, students, and athletes."</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Here's another fact: Condoms don't fully protect you against STDs that are spread from skin-to-skin contact, says Grimes. That makes you susceptible to herpes, syphilis, HPV, and pubic lice—not to mention the 11% annual fail rate of condoms. </span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">So what can you do?<br /><br />First, get tested. Make an appointment with your regular physician or contact a Planned Parenthood to get screened for cheap. While getting your penis swabbed or being jabbed with a needle might be uncomfortable, it sure beats a bad case of the clap—or an angry partner whom you unknowingly infected.<br /><br />Second, refresh your facts to protect yourself: We dug up data on the most prevalent STDs and how to prevent them—without swearing off sex.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">CHANCROID</strong></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Symptoms:</strong> Within two weeks of exposure, a small bump appears that grows into a painful gray or yellow-gray ulcer. Men tend to only have a single ulcer on the penis or scrotum. </span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">How it spreads:</strong> Through sexual contact with an infected partner, usually at the site of an open sore or cut. Most people in the U.S. diagnosed with chancroid have traveled to developing countries where the disease is more common.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Prevention:</strong> Mutually monogamous relationship with an uninfected partner; using a condom can help decrease your risk but wont prevent it.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Treatment:</strong> Antibiotocs</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Just so you know:</strong> Uncircumcised men are at much higher risk than circumcised men for infection.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">CHLAMYDIA</strong></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Symptoms:</strong> May be asymptomatic; a burning sensation when urinating; abnormal discharge from penis or vagina; untreated cases can lead to complications that can cause pain, fever, pelvic inflammatory disease and (more rarely and mostly in women) sterility.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">How it spreads:</strong> Oral, anal, and vaginal sex through bodily secretions; mother to child.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Prevention:</strong> Mutually monogamous relationships with uninfected partner use a condom; screen annually if you have new or multiple partners. </span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Treatment:</strong> Antibiotocs</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Just so you know:</strong> This is the fastest spreading infection disease in the United States. Many infected people don't know they have it. Women should be screened annually during pelvic exams.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">GONORRHEA (AKA "THE CLAP")</strong></span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Symptoms:</strong> Usually develops within 10 days. Often there are no symptoms early on; discharge from the penis and vagina; frequent urination and discomfort during urination; may lead epididymitis in men, which can cause fertility. </span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">How it spreads:</strong> Transmitted through semen and vaginal secretions during intercourse. Gonorrhea is actually easily cured. Like Chlamydia, it's caused by a bacteria, so a simple course of antibiotics will zap the clap right out of your system. According to the CDC, it's the second most reported infectious disease with nearly 356,000 infections in 2007, but it's estimated that about twice as many new cases actually occur but are undiagnosed and unreported.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Prevention:</strong> Use a condom; mutually monogamous relationship with an uninfected partner; testing if you have new or multiple partners.</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Treatment:</strong> Antibiotocs</span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;"><span class="copy" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Just so you know:</strong> Gonorrhea has shown resistance to certain drugs, so treatments are limited to one type of antibiotic, the CDC reports. Women should be screened annually during pelvic exams.</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-2828116727448358092015-03-16T11:36:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:21.128-07:00Why Your Favorite Sports Team Is Slowly Killing You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17.5px; line-height: 18px;">Or at least it feels that way. A suffering Eagles diehard explores the real stress of being a sports fan</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4YPvQiK2nCOaCSd1VuQX_Ikw3TKaWint5R5kzKWJPHyHrEB5WS2BGNT3Z7m622iOzq8y70YfQ50OzBE1d_7xzcOp_Rykz6C_Fk6VP5Ehr-n25GeSwYP7C6a3dzfTaTXoffNTv_Oyz-qw/s1600/Chip-Kelly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4YPvQiK2nCOaCSd1VuQX_Ikw3TKaWint5R5kzKWJPHyHrEB5WS2BGNT3Z7m622iOzq8y70YfQ50OzBE1d_7xzcOp_Rykz6C_Fk6VP5Ehr-n25GeSwYP7C6a3dzfTaTXoffNTv_Oyz-qw/s1600/Chip-Kelly.jpg" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;">I couldn’t sleep Tuesday night because of goddamn Chip Kelly. </span></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">That afternoon, the Philadelphia Eagles—my pride, my joy, the eternal source of my deepest frustrations—continued their perplexing offseason when they pulled off a trade that seemed nonsensical at the time, and looks downright indefensible a day later: Gone was young, cheap quarterback Nick Foles (<a href="http://sexual-tips.blogspot.com/2015/03/an-nfl-hero-for-introverts-everywhere.html" sl-processed="1" style="background: transparent; border: none; color: #ff3300; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">The NFL Hero for Introverts Everywhere!</a>) to the St. Louis Rams, in exchange for the aging, expensive, and oft-injured QB Sam Bradford. (He probably tore his ACL in the time it took to write this sentence.) </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">So now Eagles Head Coach and General Manager Chip Kelly, a football mad scientist, appears to have bet the farm on Bradford. In one fell swoop, he laid out the potentially scary future for Birds fans—and more immediately, set me up for a lousy night’s sleep. </div><div data-partnerid="ScB7Rw3b" data-type="standard" id="tiEmbedPlayer" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">You know how they say you shouldn’t go to bed angry with your wife? Well, I went to bed angry with my football team.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">I tossed and turned last night agonizing over the trade, like the many nights I’ve restlessly wrestled with major life moves. But those were <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">my</em> moves—not the ones of a coach I’ve never met before. Was this really worth losing hours of shuteye over?</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">I fire off the question to Dan Wann, Ph.D., a psychology professor at Murray State University and an expert on fan behavior.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“It’s worse than when you make a bad decision because with sports fandom, we love our teams, we live and die with our teams, and have our well-being tied up in our teams,” he says. “But we are helpless to do anything about it. When we toss and turn over a bad decision, at least it was <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">our</em> bad decision.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">That’s the worst part: I can’t hit up the Rams, say the trade was a goof, and offer up a <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“We cool?” </em>while I ask for Foles back. I can’t kick in a couple extra million bucks to keep now-departed receiver Jeremy Maclin in midnight green. Instead, I have to watch the ramifications from afar. </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Eric Simons, author of <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The Secret Lives of Sports Fans: The Science of Sports Obsession</em>, floats another explanation: “There’s a part of your brain that knows you had nothing to do with those decisions. But there’s another part that doesn’t know that—that thinks, in fact, it <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">was</em> you that made these decisions.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">In a way, your brain is kind of like an idiot GM. “The particular way you attach to a team as a fan leaves your brain confused, on a very literal level, about who’s doing the coaching and playing and who’s sitting in an office chair clicking through articles on their computer,” Simons says. “The longer the attachment, and the more the team represents to you—if, say, you grew up with the Eagles <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">and</em> you love Philadelphia <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">and</em> green happens to be your favorite color—the stronger the confusion will become.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">But the relationship between fan and team is much stronger and more complicated than your brain tells you it ought to be, says Simons. Consider, for example, how some guys take it<em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">really</em> hard when they watch their squads lose.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">In a study in the <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Quarterly Journal of Economics</em>, researchers found a 10-percent spike in domestic violence reports in areas where the local NFL team lost a close game from 1995-2006. </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Okay, that’s extreme. But regular guys let tough defeats and boneheaded roster moves affect their health and well-being, too. So why do we do this to ourselves? I mean, it’s just a game—right?</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“It’s <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">more</em> than just a game,” Wann says. “Because the role of a team follower is a central part of our social identity. It’s part of who we are. And with that much of who we are tied up in the team, the things the team does (both good and bad) will have a huge effect on us.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">I tell Wann that it’s silly to get worked up over something that’s ultimately so trivial, but again, he firmly disagrees. </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“It’s <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">not</em> silly,” he insists. “It’s not silly at all to care about something. We have a powerful need to identify with something grander than ourselves—and fandom can help satisfy that. Plus, we’re social creatures. And fandom helps bring out our need to belong. So it’s evolutionary. It’s natural.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Nevertheless, if you feel like your fandom sometimes takes you too far, remember to put sports in its proper place. "Do you have a job? Is your family healthy? Ask yourself these questions,” Wann recommends. “It helps you keep things in perspective.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Look: I’ll never quit the Eagles. If I’ve put up with their shit for 27 years, there’s no use in jumping ship now.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“At the end of the day, you’re helpless,” says Wann, affirming what I’ll always know. “Even if you wanted to stop following the team, you probably can’t, because so much of who you are is wrapped up in the team.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Still, one <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Men’s Health</em> coworker (and fellow angry Birds fan) has pledged to give it a try. He says the Bradford trade was the final nail in the coffin, and that he’s in the market for a new team.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">But the better move, Wann says, is finding another team to root for instead of making an outright swap. </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“One of the best ways to cope as a fan is to have multiple favorites—although it’s safer if they play in different leagues.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Besides, “bandwagon fans enjoy championships just about as much as lifers,” says Simons. </div><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17.5px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585089564770430169.post-36182324098976057442015-03-16T11:32:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:04:21.186-07:00An NFL Hero for Introverts Everywhere<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17.5px; line-height: 18px;">Want a comedian for your quarterback? Find someone else. Nick Foles prefers to shut up and win</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAww5itzem4kR65-Bm69ltAVZfi8Je31TtAThOYadEyI87Srk1wtKCznxc8EsnRJnpgCkq3xWkxc2gB6iz00fYzU-YBR6ilmX-OO1VlIsKYSNYG4a7ZtWB6m64nJxDkRIC8hdOixDnKsUC/s1600/Foles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAww5itzem4kR65-Bm69ltAVZfi8Je31TtAThOYadEyI87Srk1wtKCznxc8EsnRJnpgCkq3xWkxc2gB6iz00fYzU-YBR6ilmX-OO1VlIsKYSNYG4a7ZtWB6m64nJxDkRIC8hdOixDnKsUC/s1600/Foles.jpg" /></a></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Someday, Nick Foles will hang up his cleats and call it a career. Let’s say in 15 years, the quarterback will have propelled his Philadelphia Eagles to multiple Super Bowl victories, broken every passing record on the planet, become a cultural icon, and, oh, saved the world from Ebola in his downtime. </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">All that would make for a hell of a movie, right? Such an epic motion picture deserves an equally grand title—and luckily, Foles knows exactly what to call it.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“<em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Nick</em>,” the QB says, proudly. </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Wait—<em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Nick</em>? That’s it? Not <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Saint Nicholas: The Legend of Mr. Foles</em>? Not <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">In the Nick of Time</em>? Not <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Nickvincible</em>, or even<em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Foles’ Gold</em>? They’re making a friggin’ movie about your life, man! Go big! </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“Nah,” Foles says. “It’s a nice, simple title. Those are always better.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">That Foles chooses to name his fictional film something so humdrum ultimately says a lot about the 25-year-old. In contrast to his fellow quarterbacks who are known as much for their big personalities and commercial cameos as they are their pigskin prowess, Foles is a simple star—he’s as anonymous as the face of an NFL franchise can possibly be. </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Not that it’s an accident. Foles intentionally gives vague answers about his life off the gridiron, and his playful refusal to open up to the media has become a running joke in Philadelphia. (Last week, Philly’s independent <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">City Paper</em> ran a cover story on Foles touting “A Few Things He Has Said That Are Not Boring!”) </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">But call him boring—a word that might strike others of his stature as offensive—all you want. He relishes it. “They’re right,” Foles says. “I’m not boisterous. I just let the work speak for itself.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">He’s got a case. After taking the reins as the Eagles’ signal caller in 2013, the University of Arizona product delivered a historic half-season: 27 touchdowns, <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">two</em> interceptions, and the third-highest regular-season passer rating ever. When he threw for a record 7 TDs in a game last November, the NFL sent his jersey to the Hall of Fame. Now in this third year, Foles’ stats have slightly cooled off, but he has still steered the Birds to a 5-1 mark—their best start since 2004. </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Of course, he’ll have none of your kudos, thank you very much. “I don’t want to pull attention away from my team,” he says. “The quarterback has always been at the center, but I can’t go out there without them.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">It’s an admirable MO, and one that all guys—from professional athletes to paper pushers alike—should aim to adopt. But stack Foles and his team-first stance up against superstars like loudmouth Richard Sherman, or lovable pitchman Peyton Manning, and it’s easy to come off looking a little bland.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Now Foles has a chance to change that—if not do a 180, then at least flip his reputation by a couple degrees. It’s the Eagles’ bye week, so he has some free time to kick back and let loose, with nary a teammate in sight to turn the spotlight on. What’s he going to do with his day off, Ferris Bueller-style?</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“I really just want to take it easy,” he says. “This is a great time to let my body recover from the first part of the season, and just sort of get away and clear my mind. I’m going to spend it getting ready for the second part of the season.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Woo! Party! <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Come on</em>—there must be <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">something</em> exciting on Foles’ agenda besides resting up? </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“I guess my perfect day would be relaxing with my wife somewhere peaceful and secluded, or just lounging on the couch and watching TV,” he says. He’s got a bunch of <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Blacklist</em>episodes burning up space on his DVR. “James Spader is a good actor.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">His faint praise for The Spade isn’t exactly a hot sound bite, but it’s a start. When pressed, Foles also cops to enjoying Blake Shelton—“I’m a Texas boy; country music gets me back to my roots”—and fiddling around the kitchen. “My best dish is lasagna,” he confesses.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Lately, a little shilling has gotten Foles to leave his shell. In a clip that went viral last month, an incognito Foles waited tables at a local Courtyard by Marriott. With only a mustache and glasses as his disguise, Foles didn’t fool any of the football fans he served. “There was only so much I could do. I’m a 6-foot-5 blonde guy in Philadelphia.” Still, his work with the hotel chain “shows a side of me that I don’t show everybody.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Foles had so much fun playing dress-up, in fact, that he even reveals his preferred Halloween costume: “Napoleon Dynamite,” he says. Duh. The quarterback bears a notorious resemblance to Jon Heder’s iconic character in the 2004 film. “Why not embrace it? I could pull it off pretty well—and I think [Eagles backup quarterback] Mark Sanchez would make a good Pedro, my sidekick.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Foles lets out a little Texas-tinged giggle. What else makes him laugh?</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“When I’m with the other quarterbacks on the team,” he says. “Everybody’s so goofy, and we’re just constantly laughing and being silly guys.” </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Then comes another admission: “I’m a silly, sarcastic, goofy guy at heart.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">So tell the public that, Nick! Don’t make them think you’re a soulless robot with a Southern accent! </div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">“But,” he continues, “there’s the part of me that has to be business-like, because people look up to me as a role model.” His teammates. His fans. “I have fun, but I don’t always want it to be on camera.”</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">Ultimately, that's the QB's stealthy secret: Keep your game face on from 9 to 5, then crack a smile when you’re off the clock. If you strike some as dull, let your results do the talking—and enjoy all the fruits of your labor.</div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #393939; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">And maybe if you follow Foles' life plan well enough, movie producers will even want to tell your story. Just remember: When they ask you what to call the flick, at least try to come up with something catchier than <em style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Nick</em>.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02737994671699530136noreply@blogger.com0