Kink.com is getting its star turn in the mainstream media – everyone's favorite historic-building-cum-porn-palace served as the shooting locaiton for the movie that Stephen Elliott and Kink star Lorelei Lee penned, Cherry (trailer here). The flick, which makes its San Francisco debut at the SF International Film Festival (April 24, 27, 28) stars James Franco and Heather Graham, who plays a female director at a porn company.
It isn't Kink in the movie, exactly -- it's not a BDSM company, for one. And I met up with Lee at Thieves Tavern this week and she told me that despite the vocation of Cherry's protagonist, she didn't consider it a movie based in sex-positive activism. Read more »
Oh sweet, fluffy bunny rabbit. In other, less frisky climes, your ilk is heralded as the perfect harbinger of spring. And also though we respect your frenetic rates of copulation, we humbly suggest a more apropos sign of the season: radical faerie Cobra's new art show at gay health center Magnet, featuring both carvings and tapestries devoted to that (second)most fertile of creatures, the penis.
Yay or nay? Whatever your response to this humble re-branding suggestion, this week brings just the exultant sex event for you. Hunky Jesus contests? Drinking til you barf with your fellow leathemen? Read on, bunny dearest, for this week's sex events. Read more »
Today I wrote a story about my sexual initiation. I forwarded my story to my friends, we discussed, they wrote down theirs. Turns out one of my loved ones did the deed over half an ecstasy pill on Staten Island. Another's first time was with a boyfriend so unmemorable that she couldn't remember identifying characteristics. Apparently they had a hard time getting it in.
Is there a moment in life that is as important, yet less talked-about than the dismissal of one's virginity? Hardly. So few things equaled the cheap thrill I got from handing over my own story to local author turned filmmaker Laura Goode to publish on her film's new fundraising website. Read more »
This is the thing, is that pastel is not supposed to be sexy and it's definitely not supposed to be San Francisco.
But here it is, and nowhere is it more apparent than in this week's lineup of sex events. It's not just Mission Control's pajama bash, but also the parade of parties that will be hitting the decks throughout the next seven days. Actually, maybe it's just Sat/31 that's putting forth the highest wattage of lightly-hued light. The 15th anniversary of the Lex? Well sure, it's hardly pastel in everyone's favorite dykve bar, but best believe that the world of the Lexington churns based on the wattage that pink provides. And the Clitoris Celebration at La Pena Cultural Center? Rosy shades of powerful. So don't worry if your dye job's starting to look a little tie-dye-red -- just tell 'em you're in My Little Pony land and they'll understand. Hey, maybe even take you home. Read more »
Perhaps you caught Soojin Chang's review of the first month's edition of Cum and Glitter (my god, the trolls from SFGate sure did!), the Mission's new alt-queer live sex show that had Ava Solanos squirting, yes squirting, the to thrums of a cello perched mere feet away from her audience-spritzing climax. Yes! Well even if you didn't, you will note from that description that C&G is the classiest thing that an experienced exhibitionist could be possibly be involved in, in the city these days. And so it is with pleasure that we announce that the show is currently holding auditions. Will you don baby bloomers and molest your babysitter onstage? Sexy ribbon-dance? Those were actually last month's ideas, babe, but we know you can think of something great. Now, the week's sex events from lectures to slutty cigar parties.
Last night's opening of North Beach's brand spanking new Penthouse Club and Steakhouse (formerly Show Girls, before that Boy Toys) was glittery enough and did have a two-story pole for the women to play on, but – and I will only say this once – ladies, when you are being introduced onstage in the first moments of a strip club officially being open and you are next to a two-story stripper's pole, and you are a stripper, you better get up there and show the crowd what they're going to be getting for its rumpled, sweaty single bills. Read more »
File them under “things I don't understand, ergo I hate them”: getting stood up and online dating. How backwards, no? Thank god for writer Oscar Raymundo, for in addition to being a gleefully catty bitch on this selfsame website and Internet-everywhere, he is taking part in a panel discussion to demystify online encounters tonight, on Thu/15. Read more »
I have been trying my very hardest to ignore the various fascist blowhards currently preening themselves through the Republican primary season. Let them twerk the dialogue so far that it is entirely subsumed by their draconian views on social issues – yes, it's bruising our souls to hear them tackle reproductive health, but in an era of our country's history when soaring unemployment rates look to be our new normal, every breath conservatives spend on their outdated ideas of sexuality takes them one vote away from ever taking the White House. Read more »
The only other time I had been to a live sex show was in the Red Light District of Amsterdam. The thing was crude – even amid the slew of debauchery that makes up tourist Amsterdam. Mostly, that was because of the concrete venue, Eurotrash techno, and slimy men masturbating and jeering behind me. But the Saturday night debut of Cum and Glitter at an underground venue in the Mission was an entirely different experience. Hosted by the elegant and welcoming Ginger Murry of Whore Magazine, the show is the brainchild of Ava Solanas and Maxine Holloway, who started the new monthly event as an expressive outlet for the sex worker community. Read more »
Looking for a reason to spend this unseasonably warm weekend hovering over your computer? The sluttiest ticket of them all: the Adult Virtual Convention, an online version of the time-tested, fan-approved pornography fan expo that will go live from Fri/24-Sun/26 on your computer. Yes sir, just as the DVD porn industry has mourned the loss of revenue to low-budget Internet blue film, soon porn conventioneers might be feeling the pinch as well. Here's a list of reasons why cyber conventioneering just might be better than the real thing:
1. No need to agonize over which that baseball cap makes you look like a slobby creep, or whether you should wear the tee with your favorite starlet's face on it: AVC is being conducted through Utherverse, an "online adult social center" that to the untrained observer seems a lot like Second Life. Like that site, you're welcome to concoct your own avatar that may have very little to do with your meat physique. Goodbye wardrobe issues, hello black chaps and a bikini (one of the default 'fits for women -- you can also opt for flame pants or "Hit Me Baby One More Time.") Read more »