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If You Don’t Know The Thing You’re Dealing…

So here’s a question I put out there to my friends who have expertise with sexual health. (Or even just an opinion on the matter.)

A friend of mine is recently starting to become socially active, having become single a couple of years ago. He’s already involved in a casual friends-with-benefits relationship, and there’s something on his horizon that may be developing.

At some point, I recommended to him that as long as he’s dating, he should get an STD test periodically. Particularly if he’s going to be involved with more than one person at one time, I consider it an ethical responsibility. He agreed, and said that since he was already due for his annual physical, he’d ask them to run it at the same time.

Yesterday, he told me that he’d had that appointment, and that his doctor had refused to order the panel:

His rationale, insofar as I could read it, was “They aren’t reliable past the first ten minutes after you have them, so wait until you have a stable partner and then get tested together.

To which I said: “You should fire your doctor. That’s not only wrong, it’s completely irresponsible.”

This goes beyond my usual insistence that as the consumer, you have the right to have a say in setting your own health priorities. I’m flabbergasted that a doctor would, in 2012, tell a sexually active person that there’s no point in getting STD screening as a preventing measure.

Am I overreacting, or is this utterly bizarre?


“Human beings took our animal need for palatable food … and turned it into chocolate souffles with salted caramel cream. We took our ability to co-operate as a social species … and turned it into craft circles and bowling leagues and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We took our capacity to make and use tools … and turned it into the Apollo moon landing. We took our uniquely precise ability to communicate through language … and turned it into King Lear.

None of these things are necessary for survival and reproduction. That is exactly what makes them so splendid. When we take our basic evolutionary wiring and transform it into something far beyond any prosaic matters of survival and reproduction … that’s when humanity is at its best. That’s when we show ourselves to be capable of creating meaning and joy, for ourselves and for one another. That’s when we’re most uniquely human.

And the same is true for sex. Human beings have a deep, hard-wired urge to replicate our DNA, instilled in us by millions of years of evolution. And we’ve turned it into an intense and delightful form of communication, intimacy, creativity, community, personal expression, transcendence, joy, pleasure, and love. Regardless of whether any DNA gets replicated in the process.

Why should we see this as sinful? What makes this any different from chocolate souffles and King Lear?”
–Greta Christina

(via Sex Is Not The Enemy)

What it’s like to have sex with someone with Asperger’s | Penelope Trunk’s Brazen Careerist

I’d be hestiant to generalise this to all people (or even any other people) with Asperger’s , but it’s certainly a fascinating look at one individual.

What it’s like to have sex with someone with Asperger’s | Penelope Trunk’s Brazen Careerist

You think it would be really fun to have sex with me. Because, I think you can tell from my posts, I’ll do anything. But maybe you can also tell from my posts that it’s a little bit weird. Because you know that I’ll say anything, too, but sometimes, I make you cringe.

I think I’m that way in bed, too.

This post is about work. And sex, which are two of the essential areas of life one needs to be able to function in before you can feel like a normal adult. And both sex and work are governed by a set of rules that many people are able to learn just by being in the world.

YouTube – Have Sex With a Guy With a Mustache Day

Seeing as this is tomorrow, I suppose I should post it, just to…er, raise awareness. Or something.

(Not safe for work, due to language, adult themes, and the high likelihood of the viewer making inappropriate outbursts of laughter and/or astonishment.)

I admit, I do rather like pizza…

So, who wants to go in with me on some pizza, hmm?

To Slide or to Slice? Finding a Positive Sexual Metaphor | Scarleteen:

Since the baseball metaphor has so many problems with it, Vernacchio created another metaphor that is much more holistic, inclusive… and tasty.

He suggests that instead of baseball, we get a template of sexuality from pizza.

Almost everyone likes pizza.
It’s got little in common with baseball, but a whole lot in common with sex.

You don’t have to be young or popular or skilled in any way to be good at eating pizza. It’s a sensual experience, like sex, that most people enjoy. Eating pizza involves the same senses as sex—it’s a full body experience.

People eat pizza because they want to. As with sex, we have a hunger for pizza (“Let’s have pizza!”) and we eat it when we have that hunger. It has to do with personal anticipation and excitement, not someone else’s ideas about how or when we should or shouldn’t eat pizza.

Good for the soul…

Conversation from this morning:

Me: You keep lying there like that, I’m going to take it as invitation.
Her: I don’t think you could go again right now if you wanted to.
Me: (mock indignant) I beg your pardon! I am a tool-wielding mammal, madam!
Both: (momentary silence, followed by falling out laughing)

We laugh a lot. It’s how I know we’re ok.

Spam Subject Line of the Day

This was a random ED pharm spam, nothing to really distinguish itself from any of the other few that manage to slip past my defences. But the subject line of this one did catch me before I deleted it:

“How Can You Tell If Your Girl Is Satisfied (Sexually)?”

My immediate, somewhat bemused reaction: “Uh….she tells me?”

Seriously, maybe I’ve just been lucky with my partners, but it’s not that hard to tell that you’ve done a good job. Especially if your partner is someone you, y’know, have conversations with that feature polysyllabic words.

Finally, we cover sex and D&D

ericcoleman has a poll over his journal about chocolate preference, which reminded me of this amusing conversation I had during Tuesday night’s D&D session.

Someone was offering around some Hersey’s 70% Cocoa dark chocolate squares, and it led to this exchange.

D: I’m a chocolate snob. I’ll only eat dark chocolate.
Me: Not me. I’m a chocolate slut. I prefer dark chocolate, but honestly, milk is fine. With caramel is fine. or crispy rice. or fruits and nuts. It’s all good.
D: Oh no, not me.
Me: I figure chocolate is like sex. Even when it’s bad, iiiiiiit’s still pretty good.
D & J (almost in unison): Oh, that’s not true.
Me: I dunno, I think it is.
D: Besides, I got spoiled by living in Europe for 2 years.
Me: (deadpan) Oh? The sex was that much better in Europe?

It took the party about five minutes to regain enough composure to continue.

Yeah, i can get behind this.

Thanks to natatattat for this:

I kinda like it.  Go pomo.

A Heartfelt Plea for Peace and Goodwill

You can find the most interesting things using StumbleUpon. Today, I found this lovely, funny country music video, which is apparently set to a song by singer/comedian Rodney Carrington, about the beauty, splendor, and yes the healing power of the bosom.

I will warn you that this video is not remotely safe for work. But gosh, it’s fun.

Should this video, er, inspire you, feel free to drop me an e-mail at *wink* *grin*

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