Hey sexy momma. No really, all you mothers out there – you need love too! And though Good Vibes has been holding their Mommy's Playdates for awhile, flush with sex toy consultations and complimentary refreshments for female breeders, now there's a new event that especially geared towards those mamis out there: this month's Femina Potens' Kinky Mamas. Local kinky ladies with offspring will bare their souls on the mic, sure to be an affirming evening.
Why the emphasis on uterus production? We haven't left the Virgin-Madonna paradox behind, guys. One need only point to the discomfort stirred up by a photo of a naked pregnant woman (or that sex scene in Knocked Up) to see that sexy motherhood – well, it's just not accepted in the public arena. But with Femina Potens founder Madison Young, sexy webcaster Suzie Bright, and Thea Hillman – part of the “homosexual revolution,” according to Focus on the Family -- all having boarded the child-rearing train, it's high time to start considering where a sex-positive life fits into having little ones. Read more »
Coffee pots and spankings may soon cease to coexist at Wicked Grounds, San Francisco’s only kink café that announced plans to close last week due to crippling debt. Fans of the sexy space have since pleaded for a chance to help and offered up donations, but instead of accepting the cash with a hungry growl, owners have asked people to hold off and “think about it.” Read more »
Which does SF care more about: sex education or Internet technologies? This weekend's Sex::Tech conference renders the question moot, for the moment. The conference's two days are devoted to exploring the ways kids' sexual health can be improved using the wonders that modern living's servitude to screens can produce.
But look at me getting all BDSM! (Hard to forget my computer domme even for a moment.) This is gonna be an awesome event. And it looks to be a hot topic: presale tickets and youth-accompanied adult passes have already sold out, but you can still register on-site. Read more »
Though the SF Jacks, the gay jerk-off club now well into its third decade of existence in San Francisco, was started in the anxiety and agony of the AIDS epidemic, it shouldn't be readily categorized as a safe sex for swingers party. No, these are guys that just really like to get themselves off in the company of like-minded individuals. Unlike some of the cruiser bars and clubs around town, Jacks' weekly meetups take place in a well-lit room with minimal distractions from the show at hand – making it somewhat of a spiritual experience for some of its enthusiastic adherents. The peckerplay is moving operations to the Center for Sex and Culture this week, so the time, we think, is ripe for a look back at the group's long line of love.
Although it's not often that the Wall Street Journal alerts us to convincing arguments for the existence of prostitution, that seems to be the case today. The Journal published findings from a Duke University paper done on sex workers in Kenya that concluded that many prostitutes found relief in hard times from their clients. Illnesses in the family, unexpected handicaps, and staggering funeral bills were all cited as instances in which sex workers fell back on the largesse of their regular clients for financial support.
Respectful relationships between sex workers and johns – yet another nail in the coffin for those that would ban the industry on the basis of worker exploitation. Read more »
Hole-y moley, it's time to say sayonara to Chaps, compadres – again. After assuming the name of the classic leather bar that called the DNA Lounge's address home in the '80s, Chaps II (as the 1225 Folsom location is formerly called) is switching identities to Kok Bar SF. Is the new moniker a sly wink to the once-was Kokpit bar of San Francisco gone by? Or have we perhaps been spending too much time at the new GLBT History Museum? Regardless, Saturday the 19th will be Chaps last night open before it metamorphs into Kok, which will reopen April 1 at 9 p.m. for cruising good times.
Those bedazzled emissaries of SF morals, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, are once again emerging from their pancake makeup-encrusted cloisters to spread the good word. Indeed, on Sun/6 they'll be hosting not one, but two benefits involving liberal doses of alcohol and private part-focused celebrations.
In SoMa, the sisters invite you to take a sacrament of all-you-can-drink Bud Lite at Chaps to benefit the group's anti-hate crime “Stop the Violence” campaign. Of course, pants are optional – the event is entitled, after all, Jock Off. Eee! Pacifism is sexy! Pull your trousers halfway up to trek across town for the concurrent Quadroboob, whose ra-ma-tazz lineup (including the spectacular Lady Monster) guarantees that even as you are raising funds for the Breast Cancer Emergency Fund, you will be simultaneously putting your knockers to good use. That means shake 'em, ladies (and gents). Read more »
Perhaps you recall a few weeks ago when I espoused my love for Rihanna and slightly-less-intense love for the new music video for her song “S&M.” I'm saddened to report that the lovely RiRi is in a spot of trouble over the new reel – David LaChappelle is suing her for deriving the video's “composition, total concept, feel, tone, mood, theme, colours, props, settings, decors, wardrobe and lighting” from the fashion photog's work. Here's a helpful guide to the similarities between the video and LaChappelle's photos.
But you know what, Violet Blue's going with RiRi and so am I. David LaChappelle, for the love of Perez Hilton on a leash – is this video detracting from your personal worth as a pervy photog? Now you can say you made a Rihanna video and maybe people will believe you. Problem = solved! Now onto sex events. Dirty talk and sexy poetry readings, etc.
'Tis the weekly sex events of playa-sized proportions! In addition to our city editor Steve Jones' reading at Kinky Salon this week, this week you can also catch a reception for a new art book on goofily half-attired or gleefully naked Burners published for the world to see, courtesy of playa photographer Julian Cash.
The People of Burning Man is the product of Cash's insistence on bringing an immaculate white portable studio to the playa year after year, setting up actual photo shoots in a festival world where most documentation relies on the most candid of cameras. The result is that BRC's wacky personas and costumes are explicated and orchestrated better than they'd ever be if you just saw them strutting past you through Center Camp. Not surprisingly, a lot of the photos have to do with sex. But Cash's impish camera-side manner has a way of making even the most pierced, punked perv look playful (I should know, he took myphotos last fall) – and his signature white backdrop strips his subjects' context away so that you can really focus on what that pair of furry pink chaps, nipple paint, or lifted tutu wants to express.
You’re an Ivy League graduate who spends your days carrying a briefcase through the city’s marble halls. So how do you spend your nights? If your name -- stage name in this case -- is Sugar Magnolia, then the answer is burlesque dancing. Last Friday, Red Hots Burlesque made its weekly appearance at El Rio and among the false eyelashes and frippery emerged Magnolia's debut performance in San Francisco. We caught up with her to talk shop about the burlesque scene and bold brashness.