Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Dream a little dream of me...

For a while I've been intrigued by what goes on in the brain during sexual dreams. It seems like somehow, the usual connection between physical stimulation, erection, ejaculation, and the feeling of orgasm comes undone, in a way that is hard to predict. Clearly guys can have wet dreams without physically stimulating themselves, so in that sense it's possible to "think off" in your sleep. Last night I had an interesting alternative to that experience. I dreamed that I had two utterly authentic, wow-that-felt-great, honest-to-goodness orgasms, in rapid succession. But I didn't ejaculate. As I woke up afterwards I was certain I was going to find a puddle in my bed, but no, nothing. Just a nice firm erection. Which I proceeded to stimulate in the more usual manner, with the usual results :-)

Clearly the part of my brain that feels the pleasure of an orgasm was firing off without my body reacting in the usual way, and going into a refractory period afterwards. I wonder if there is some way to do that while awake.

Has anyone else had an equivalent experience?

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Buns of Iron!

Well, I went and saw Iron Man recently, and I just have to say "Purrrrrr" :-)

I mean, cool movie, lots of fun. And we already knew that Hollywood has no respect at all for the laws of physics, so no surprises there, but the two things that really stuck in my mind were Gwyneth Paltrow's hair, and Iron Man's bum.

I've wondered for a long time what Gwyneth Paltrow would look like as a redhead. Answer; quite yummy. I do find it amusing though that these movies cast blondes and dye their hair red (see also Kirsten Dunst in Spiderman) when there are plenty of talented and attractive redheaded actresses out there.

As for the Buns of Iron, I liked the first version of the high-tech suit. The shiny silver one, before it got the red-and-gold makeover. There was one all-too-brief glimpse of the titanium derriere which made me descend into a puddle of chrome-loving drool. Verily, it was a Hajime Sorayama wet dream come to life. I want one of those suits!

Saturday, May 3, 2008

More thoughts on open-source boobs

Well, this blog is all about my random thoughts, especially when I don't have salacious stories to share, so here's a few more random thoughts...

I've been musing off-and-on about the so-called Open Source Boob Project. As someone rightly pointed out, the name's a real misnomer, since the people who started it aren't contributing boobs, and in fact there is very little similarity at all to the open-source software (umm, no pun intended, for once) movement. But I digress...

So on the one hand, I think people are judging it too harshly. It doesn't seem like it was about a bunch of guys believing that they are entitled to sex, as some people have claimed. It seems more like they just wanted to cut out the awkwardness and embarassment of the normal courting process, and be able to ask women, directly, if some sexual interaction was okay. The women were always intended to be able to say "no".

On the other hand, I can see that the default option should be "no, it's not okay", and women don't want to have to live their lives constantly being asked if someone can cop a feel of their tits. Nor do they want to live in an environment where there's an chance of peer-pressure making them feel like they have to go along with something they don't really want to.

But what strikes me on further reflection here is that the folks whose brainchild this was were trying to solve what they perceived to be a problem. You can condemn them for their solution, but you can't fault them for trying. However, nobody who's been really critical of them has, to my knowledge, tried to do the same thing - identify a problem and find a solution for it. They've just indulged in name-calling, labelling these people "creeps", "nerds", or whatever.

I really feel that it's better to nurture than to punish, to educate rather than insult. So here's the problem I think needs to be solved - how do you educate the people who feel the need for an open-source boob project, so that they have a better chance of respecting women, and feeling fulfilled as men? If you could do that, you will have achieved a whole lot more than the
proposed open-source-knuckle-sandwich project ever could. Because let's face it, society does have some pretty fucked-up attitudes to sex. And while a lot of people have treated the women as victims of society's rediculous pressure to conform to stupid body-images, et cetera, men are often victims too. Victims of society's tendency to make women look unattainable and impossibly perfect. And that leads to a lot of insecurity on the part of men, which in turn leads a lot of men to act really badly around women, because they simply don't know what else to do. Hurling invective at such men is not going to rectify the problem, one little bit...

Friday, April 25, 2008

The Body Politic

Queenie and I recently became aware of the Open Source Boob Project, and the reaction to it, including this extraordinary outpouring of vitriol.

The short version, for those who can't be bothered following the links, is this; a group of guys were voicing the opinion that it'd be nice to be able to say "I want to touch your boobs" to a girl, rather than go through all the business of dating and whatever. One of their female companions volunteered her boobs. So did several others.

It's late, I can't be bothered writing a huge blog entry, I'd rather be curled up in bed, but I just had to voice some kind of opinion about this whole matter, and it's the following; Leaving aside the question of whether the guys involved were malicious or misguided, why are people unwilling to accept that the women involved were anything other than victims?

Yes, there are instances in which women get pressured into doing things they don't want to. That's undeniable, and wrong. But it annoys me immensely that some women simply cannot accept that sometimes this doesn't happen, sometimes it really is voluntary. They cannot seem to allow other women to be comfortable with sex. They have to condemn anyone who is comfortable with sex, as if doing something that makes men happy automatically makes you a weak, unwitting victim of the patriarchy.

It's closed-minded, it's messianic, and dammit, it's misogynistic. The assumption that men make all the rules and women are all automatically victims is inherently misogynistic. And the only women who aren't weak, deluded victims are, of course, the ones who agree with The High Priestesses, and have chosen to follow only the One True Path laid down by them!

Now I don't know if the Open Source Boob Project was a good idea, or a bad idea. I'm not about to tell anyone what they should or shouldn't do with their bodies. It is, after all, their body, not mine. I think that's what called "respect". It'd be nice to see a bit more respect for the idea that some women are confident enough and smart enough and independent enough to choose what they allow to be done to their bodies. That not all women make their bodies sexually available because they are weak and need validation provided by men.

Some things really aren't a matter of gender politics. They're just choices.

There, that ought to get a few comments...

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Free-huggin' hippies!

It's completely non-sexual, and hence somewhat outside the scope of this blog, but yesterday I had a wonderul experience. I was eating lunch, sitting under a tree, when a group of girls walked by - one of them wearing a Free Hugs t-shirt. I ran up to her, asked if she really was one of those free hugs people, she said yep, and we threw ourselves into each other for a huge, shake-up-and-down, wag-your-legs-all-over-the-place kind of hug. And then we disengaged, exchanged huge smiles, and went our seperate ways.

It felt really good.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Man delights me not (?)

Today I want to air a few thoughts that have been rattling around in my head for a while. These are related to the acceptability, or otherwise, of male bisexuality/bicuriousity.

Unless you've been living in another star system, where TV signals from the mid-1990s have yet to reach, you're undoubtedly aware that girls snogging each other is not really a bit taboo anymore. Thanks to everything from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine to The L Word, the media has become quite comfortable with straight women indulging in a little sapphic experimentation.

The result seems to be that female bisexuality/bicuriousity has become destigmatised in society. Of course there are still people who disapprove, but I get the feeling (from talking with friends and reading those sex surveys that pop up in independent newspapers and magazines every valentine's day) that a lot of straight girls are interested in trying an encounter with another girl.

For guys, on the other hand, there still seems to be a stigma. The media hasn't been flooded with male characters tongue-wrestling, the way girls did on Ally McBeal and whatever-else. Yet interestingly, if the sex surveys are to be believed, the number of bicurious guys is definitely on the increase.

So what's holding the guys back from going mainstream? I wonder if girls feel more comfortable experimenting with each other because the don't find each other threatening. Girls can snog on the dancefloor in a nightclub and write it off as a bit of fun. I wonder why guys can't. Maybe the difference lies partly in the fact that the gay male culture is well-established and visible, while the lesbian community is not so much so. Perhaps this makes guys feel more like they'll be perceived as joining the gay community, rather than just having a bit of fun and experimenting (which would make male bicuriousity feel like a more serious commitment than female bicuriousity).

Well, that's my random thought for the day. Comments?

Friday, March 14, 2008

Yup! Still here!

Well, it has been a while, but here's a quick update to say "we're still here". We've been travelling interstate catching up with our families, which has limited the sex-blogging opportunities. Hopefully we'll rectify that soon.

Also, I've decided to stop putting an "orgasms since last entry" count at the top of each post. It was starting to feel a bit too much like I was putting pressure on myself to perform. Shall be keeping the running total for the year, though.

And both Queenie and I were flattered to see comments on our blogs asking where we'd disappeared to. It gave us a big warm fuzzy feeling. Thanks :-)