I CAN’T say shit. U caption it.
I CAN’T say shit. U caption it.
EVEN in a culture in which sex toys are a booming business and Oprah Winfrey discusses living your best life in the bedroom, a coed live-in commune dedicated to the female orgasm hovers at the extremes.
The founder of the One Taste Urban Retreat Center, Nicole Daedone, sees herself as leading “the slow-sex movement,” one that places a near-exclusive emphasis on women’s pleasure — in which love, romance and even flirtation are not required.
“In our culture, admitting our bodies matter is almost an admission of failure,” said Ms. Daedone, 41, who can quote the poet Mary Oliver and speak wryly on the intricacies of women’s anatomy with equal aplomb. “I don’t think women will really experience freedom until they own their sexuality.”
A core of 38 men and women — their average age the late 20s — live full time in the retreat center, a shabby-chic loft building in the South of Market district. They prepare meals together, practice yoga and mindfulness meditation and lead workshops in communication for outside groups as large as 60.
But the heart of the group’s activity, listed cryptically on its Web site’s calendar as “morning practice,” is closed to all but the residents.
At 7 a.m. each day, as the rest of America is eating Cheerios or trying to face gridlock without hyperventilating, about a dozen women, naked from the waist down, lie with eyes closed in a velvet-curtained room, while clothed men huddle over them, stroking them in a ritual known as orgasmic meditation — “OMing,” for short. The couples, who may or may not be romantically involved, call one another “research partners.” FULL STORY HERE
Soo..lemme get this shit straight…U got a bunch of dudes standing around feeding grapes and shit to a bunch of horny pre and post-orgasmic birds,and the dudes can’t bang out nan nuthin? really? seriously? I wanna meet the selfish bird who even conceptualized this abomination of all things JIBTASTIC. She is one hell of a salesman to convince some dudes to ride on that crazy train. I mean what did she say to the dipshits? ” Hey sexy..wanna join my sexual commune? It’s chock full of hot chicks who spend their days achieving orgasm. one catch tho..you have to keep your clothes one and never physically touch any of them.” This bitch is bout crazy as cat shit. U mean I can’t even drop a dollar in her toga bitch? Oh the Humanity!!
Happy Monday Bitches!! lets play a game called Whats RIGHT with this picture.
NOT A GODDAMN THING!!!
Only thing I have to say is Kudos to the manufacturers of that obviously strong ass armchair…must be samsonite. My question is…who gonna clean that shit off when this whale of a heffa gets up? You know that shit gonna smell like last weeks bacon and leftover cabbage. Blech!
I HEAR THEY SELLING THESE NIFTY LITTLE DEVICES @SHARPER IMAGE….
THIS, MY FRIENDS ,IS TRULY THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING IF ANY OF YOU FUCKERS WANNA GET ME A LATE FATHERS DAY GIFT…THIS IS WHAT I WANT..KEEP UR BULLSHIT TIES AND UR GAY ASS CUFFLINKS…GET ME ONE OF THESE JOINTS WITH A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF AA BATTERIES.
The good folks over @ohellnawl have once again inspired me.
In a blog dedicated to confessing past deeds to your mother for mothers day,one thing led to another and it quickly became loaded with comments about sex and dry humpin and gettin finger fucked while momma was driving and they were in the back seat.smh..skanks..but um..yeah.But that got me to thinking about some things.Namely.::I wonder where is the strangest place some of my friends and associates have had sex in?:: Personally I’ve done “it” in some interesting places..A grocery store parking lot, a vacant house,philadelphia cheesesteaks,and A CHURCH VAN,BEHIND THE CHURCH,DURING SERVICE..while me and the girl in question were supposed to be stapling the church newsletter..::shrugs:: I’m thinking I have a pretty sordid collection of friends so this topic should make for some interesting convo.