My regular roundup of interesting reads, found from all over the place.
Stereotypes rule – how media misses the real news in sex work: “She [Catherine Healey, New Zealand Prostitutes’ Collective national coordinator] makes the argument there’s no typical sex worker, and that even if they do have a PhD and come from a privileged background, they could be on a methadone programme, too. “It’s about as bizarre as lining up any other occupational group and trying to box them into a certain kind of upbringing.”” (Tessa Johnstone / NewsWire)
Taste Test: Peanut Butter and Dick Jelly: “I’ll admit there were some naïve thoughts running through my head while squirting the lube packet onto the bread. “Mmmm peanut butter and strawberry jam, a childhood classic,” I thought. I was expecting this to taste a lot like a normal PB&J—just more intense and with a slightly larger libido. I was wrong. The lube tasted like lip-gloss from the dollar store, but the peanut butter was (thankfully) the dominant flavor. It was like a peanut-butter-poison-treat-snack.” (Kara Crabb / Vice)
Vibrators and Clitoridectomies: How Victorian Doctors Took Control of Women’s Orgasms: “It was only in the mid-19th century that medical texts began to discuss the clitoris and its evident purpose. Doctors were as troubled by its location as by its possibilities; why was the clitoris located within easy reach of the average woman’s fingers but not inside the vagina, where it would be more easily stimulated during intercourse? The obvious conclusion — that women are designed to experience sexual pleasure without relying on a man –- was enormously threatening to the medical establishment (and plenty of ordinary men as well.)” (Hugo Schwyzer / Jezebel)
Why is Polyamory so Hard to Define?: “No one has the right to define love, romance or sex for you. Only you know your emotions, perspective and expectations. The best we can do is communicate where we as individuals are coming from.” (Robyn Trask / Loving More)
The First Time My Daughter Told Me She Hated Me, I Bought Her a Cake: “I woke up the next morning and called SugarBakers, the fancy wedding cake place nearby. If you’re going to celebrate, you might as well go big, right? “I need to buy a cake today,” I said. “and I’d like it to read, ‘You’re a fucking bitch, and I hate you,’ please.”” (Sarah Eyre / xojane)
My Mom’s Rape Story, and A Confused Relationship With Feminism: “Mom first told me that she’d been raped in my late teens, because she was considering telling her story to our church congregation, and she wanted me to know before she did that. The full stories came out during intermittent conversations in my twenties. I love both my parents with the fire of a thousand suns, and let me tell you, I’ve spent an unreasonable amount of time fantasizing about murdering the men who attacked my mother. I doubt I could find the first guy, but I could probably find the second, and in my early twenties I often imagined shooting him in the head.” (Clarisse Thorn)
Friday Weird Science: Horsing around, the sexual behavior of stallions: “Well, much as masturbation has been maligned in humans, people didn’t like to see it in their horses, either. It was considered a “stable vice” and thought to be the result of inactivity. People worried that it would impact the fertility of their horses. So they invented that thing. The idea is that it gets strapped on, and is mildly electrically charged, so that when the poor stallion tries to whack his penis up against his body…ZZZZRRTTT!!!” (scicurious / Scientopia)