There’s a false misconception floating around that you have to have anal sex in order to be paranoid about your ass hair. Well, well, let’s set the record straight–anyone, including you, can be all weird about your butt hair. Read More Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: On the Pubic Record, Pt. 3: Ass Hair (No Clever Name Required)
Babeland is more than just a sex toy shop. The folks who work there are not simply cashiers or shop workers–they’re known as sex educators. And that’s exactly what two Babeland employees, Lauren and Lila, did. I attended and got majorly schooled at the workshop “The Art of Oral Sex” at their NYC SoHo location (which I had never been to, and is an absolutely beautiful and spacious haven of dildos, lube and porn, oh my!). (Warning: NSFW!) Read More Adventures at Babeland: Review of “The Art of Oral Sex” Workshop
So, I’m kinda into beards. Not like full on beards, but a little scruff or 5 o’clock shadow is a nice, manly distraction from the fact that I am more likely than not making out with an emotional infant. I know a lot of women who are into men who actually have preferences on facial hair. I wonder whether or not we hold as strong of opinions on dude pubes. Read More Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: On the Pubic Record, Pt. 2: Dude Pubes
Dear Guys and Girls of the World Who Drop off the Face of the Planet After What You Led Me to Believe Was a Really Good Date,
Look, I understand that it’s really fucking hard for you to go on a date, or several, that may not have lived up to your expectations. The company was nice enough, but there’s no sparks for you, no chemistry, no whatever. The other person is obviously into you, and it would hurt YOU so badly to see them hurt. So, you end the date on a nice note, perhaps an open-ended note that leaves a little room for interpretation, because your generous soul wants to give them maybe a few minutes of happiness. You gotta give “˜em hope.
I get anxious about going on dates for a few different reasons. Am I going to say the wrong thing? Am I not showing enough cleave? Most importantly: what the fuck do I do with my pubic hairs? Read More Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: On The Pubic Record, Pt. 1: All the Hairy Ladies
Last week, I got a start on “Project Meet Dudes” completely by surprise. I met a guy at a friend’s birthday party. We started talking because of our mutual distrust of Andrew Cuomo, and it turns out we have mad chemistry. Read More Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: To Text or Not to Text?
When I have sex, the last thing on my mind is the fact that I am, well, having sex. Something I think about a lot when getting it on is my chin. Sounds super weird, but I really wish I could forget about my chin. The only time I’m not thinking about my chin is when I’m wasted, in which case I am usually trying to figure out how long it’s going to last before I have to awkwardly throw on clothes and tip toe to the bathroom.
I excel at heartbreak. It’s something I experience frequently, perhaps more so than the average person. It’s often times my own fault – sleeping with people I knew I shouldn’t, idealizing complete douchebags as being perfect for me, having a profile on OkCupid. This just skims the surface of the litany of mistakes I’ve made in the world of love and sex. Read More Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: Be Fucking Nice