tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82597367476989208072011-04-21T19:16:31.618-07:00Bringing sexy back without the taboos. Let's talk about sex, baby.Jenny Tails**http://www.blogger.com/profile/00557051431137173431noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259736747698920807.post-12354387593565389522008-02-15T08:02:00.000-08:002008-02-15T08:05:22.217-08:00

Fellow sex fiends, it’s been awhile since I have graced audiences with my crudity. It is with my biggest displeasure to announce that my column in Goucher College's newspaper, "The Quindecim" is banned after my last article on small penises (below) caused quite the stir. My apologies were not enough to prevent more attempted suicides from Goucher's male population, so the newspaper staff had to

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I discriminate against small penises. My hands are up and I confess: I am a discriminatory sexpot. I hold a strict “no entry” policy for the entire race of Junior Johnsons. You know what I’m talking about – Gherkin-sized genitalia. Shrimpy shafts. Mini willies. Puny Peters. However, about a week ago I did something I’ve never done before: I disobeyed my own rules. It all started when I was out

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I’ve been thinking a lot about sluts lately. It all started when, out of my love for creative procrastination I decided to click on one of those distracting popup dating ads.As I searched around the personal page, mocking the hilarity of people’s profiles, I noticed that the site had a link to personality tests. Since they’re the best way to waste your time and learn a lot of false stuff about

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There’s a popular saying among guys that women try anal sex twice: once to see how it is and twice to see if it was really that bad. That’s not quite true, at least not from my experience. The first time my boyfriend tried to bust some moves on my booty, I was caught completely off-guard, yelped in pain and shock and the next day felt like someone had shoved a giant flag pole up my ass and

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Like many college juniors I studied abroad my second semester. I couldn’t wait to leave the Goucher College bubble and it’s lack of thrill for the beaches and volatile political scene of Israel. The timing was perfect to escape a relationship starting to sour and a life that was beginning to feel too routine for comfort. I had expectations: I anticipated filling my time with traveling, touring,

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There is nothing like a great morning sack session to put you in the mood to go and see the Museum of Sex. What else is there to do with your post-orgasm high on a hot summer’s day in the city? Hidden behind construction and POST NO BILL boards on Park Avenue in New York City, the Museum of Sex is a genius three-story building entirely devoted to sex, with all its crudeness, glory and dark

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