Over half the people on earth have one; without it the world wouldn’t be peopled.
And if you don’t want to say it, don’t agree to appear in The Vagina Monologues and then hijack the show with your complex about it. Stay at home, you’re allowed.
Reader V for Vendetta sent in this report.
Kuh Ledesma was the one and only sour note, a major one, in last night’s Vagina Monologues.
All the other performers (all-star cast) who were to deliver monologues, including some members of a singing group, sat onstage facing the audience. She came onstage from the right side and launched into a spiel about not being able to say the V word, how she has dissociated her upper body from her V in the lower region, how she really cannot do what the other women onstage were doing, how she has found peace and love in Jesus, and then did her song (The Rose, original by Bette Midler).
What she did was totally against the spirit of the show. The performers sitting onstage were in disbelief over what she said. She should have been booed offstage. Wish the audience weren’t so polite. If she really felt that way, she should have just declined to perform in this show rather than be offensive. She was really one obnoxious, nauseating, noxious act. She represents the repressive and vicious mindset from the Dark Ages that V-day needs to address and overcome even in this modern age.
On a happier note, standout performers were Aiza Seguerra, Mads Nicholas, Sheila Francisco and Mae Paner. Aiza was fantastic!!! Mads was magnificent!!!
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Here’s an Orangina commercial that was pulled from French TV in 2010 (French TV? Where the yogurt ads feature nudity??). Is the ad promoting homosexuality or zoophilia? Or is it a pussy joke that didn’t work?
I got married early to my first serious boyfriend. I have a good looking husband, who sincerely wants to make me happy, I have equally good looking kids, ages 10, 6 and 2. I have supportive parents who take care of my children (I’m the youngest and the favorite- well because my siblings live abroad) while I am at work. I have a good paying job. My family’s close knit, God fearing. I am happy, contented with my every day routine , in short, I have a seemingly perfect life, so I thought until I met him.
He is six years my junior. We work in the same Company. At first, I never noticed him (he isn’t good looking) until that time someone close to him told me that he had a big crush on me because of my ‘elegance’. That perked up my interest because elegance would be the last of a description on how I view myself. We had a chance to meet in one of the Company gatherings and I found him to be so smart, funny, boyish and so assured of himself. I saw in him the things I failed to see in my husband. I fell for him and he longs for me and we both knew it. It’s just that it wasn’t right. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted him. I gave in to my desire and decided to commit that one mortal sin- infidelity- emotional at first and then physical that went on deeper and deeper. We were compatible in all aspects (to think I have a great sex life with my husband).
That was four years ago, we stopped for almost three years because we wanted to move one with our lives while we still can. He was seeing someone and I got busy with my kids trying to be a patient mom and a good wife. We tried to be civil as if nothing happened between us. We have common friends so we can’t avoid each other. No one knew of that affair.But we both knew that no matter how hard we tried to move on, the attraction was still there and it was so great. So when he split up with his girlfriend, we again gave in to that attraction and had that steamy affair last year.
I may have still that God Fearing conscience in my system that Guilt got the better of me, and I decided to put a stop. Now he is trying to engage in a relationship with someone younger than him, with such a pretty, fresh face, intelligent and with a personality similar to him . The young girl and I work in the same building so I would get to know details of their blossoming love life. I feel jealous but I know that it’s the inevitable. They would make a perfect couple.
Auntie Janey, I know that I am wrong. I love my husband and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. But as of this time, I still long for the company of my other man. How do I cope up fast to get over him, please tell me. I feel jealous with the young girl. I begin to feel sad, depressed and I am frolicking on my own pain and insecurity. I can’t tell anybody else about this. I begin to have bouts of hyperventilation syndrome. I tried to focus in bonding more with my children and husband, but the other man keeps on getting in my head.
Please tell me how to get over him fast Auntie Janey.
The Female Derek Ramsey
TURN DOWN THE VOLUME IF YOU’RE WATCHING AT WORK OR IF THERE ARE KIDS AROUND, UNLESS YOU WANT TO DO THE BIRDS AND BEES TALK.
Dear Female Derek Ramsey,
This is a very difficult problem. It’s very hard to deal with lust. How can you make yourself get over someone who gives you very very good orgasms? Orgasms have a logic of their own and it is useless to reason with them.
I will not be quick to say that what you have done is wrong for I would be imposing my own values on you. But I will definitely say that what you have done is illegal. You, madame, are an adulteress. And this man you had steamy sex with several times, is an adulterer. Here’s a tip for the straight guys out there: if a woman wants to get on with you, don’t ask if she’s married for you can only be charged with adultery if you had knowledge of the woman’s marital status before coitus. I can hear the women cry “Unfair!(Insert feminist rantings here)”. Don’t complain to me. March to Congress.
Confessing to your husband might not be a good idea. It can be cathartic but you’ll be branded as a slut and he might kick you out of the house. Your life could go down the drain and I don’t think you’d want your children hating you. And people who know you might whisper “Is she blind? What did she see in that guy?” Wow, this is so like The Descendants and I think the reason why George Clooney’s wife cheated on him was because that other real estate guy gave her good orgasms. Another reference I could think of is Jhumpa Lahiri’s Interpreter of Maladies.
You could quit your job. If the guilt is truly eating you inside, putting a great distance between you and your object of lust could just be the thing. I think the reason why you cheated was because you were very bored with your routine and your life. This man gave you excitement and a sense of adventure which seduced you. He gave you something that you secretly longed for – thrills, drama, variety, and yes, steamy orgasms. You could try doing a very challenging and exciting job that would engage your whole being. A new working environment could satiate your need for adventure.
Another option would be doing some sort of penance. I am not saying that you should do something religious. This may sound a bit sick and twisted but you could punish yourself if that would assuage your guilt. I am not advocating self-flagellation or kneeling for hours in churches. Maybe a difficult personal mission. If we cannot find somebody to forgive us, we could forgive ourselves. Briony Tallis did some self-imposed penance in Atonement.
Confession could do you good. Maybe you could tell a very close friend, a trusted relative, or even a priest. Sometimes we just need somebody we could talk to. Talking about it can help you deal with the guilt and having someone to support you in your struggles might make dealing with your guilt a bit easier. I’m sure there are professional counselors out there who could help you with this.
I am very well aware that my mere words cannot stop that throbbing between your legs. You are under a very strong spell and it requires a very strong will to break it. Lust is a form of energy and you could channel it to other productive and wholesome pursuits. You need to preoccupy yourself with lots of work and activities. I find that immersing yourself into lots of things could kill your libido and at the same time give you fulfillment.
If all else fails, you have your hands or whatever suitable objects you can satisfy yourself with. A simple release would be enough to satiate you and enable you to get back to business.
If you cannot be contented with that, you are definitely in deep poop.
Got a pressing personal problem? Would you like to tell Auntie Janey? Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org. All letters and replies are published in their integral unedited versions.
Beginners, in which Christopher Plummer is a gay man who comes out late in life and Ewan MacGregor is his son who has intimacy issues. The dog is brilliant.
A beard is a woman who gets involved with a gay man in order to make him look like a straight man. Like the facial hair she is named after, she conceals something that should be as obvious as the nose on his face, but which he pretends is not there. We will not go into the reasons why he denies that he has a nose, or why he thinks we would believe him despite the evidence of our eyes. That is the stuff of dissertations.
It is not for us to drag him out of his closet if it is a very comfortable walk-in lined with Gucci loafers and Hermes belts. Who knows what roles we would agree to play if we were offered even an empty but very well-made walk-in closet? You know how cramped today’s condos are. Although it is silly for him to go on pretending if the closet has glass doors (“eskaparate” as the filmmaker Joey Reyes put it) and we can see right into it. Our point is that everyone has something to hide, and our existence is not necessarily improved by bringing this out into the cruel light of day.
by Jon Morales
Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake in Friends With Benefits
I’m not a huge fan of rom-coms. The predictable plot arcs, the stock characters and the happy endings are a bit boring. The only way for a rom-com to win me over is through the charm of the main characters. Friends with Benefits manages to pull that off, being charming, genuinely funny in a predictable way, self-aware of its tropes and then unabashedly plunging right into them anyway complete with the rom-com standard ‘misunderstanding’ and reconciliation ending.
The two stars, Mila Kunis especially, are so likeable and look to be genuinely having a good time, so I ended up getting drawn into the movie and appreciating it. The plot doesn’t offer any great surprises and seems to have a couple of weird continuity jumps like the neck-cracking scene in LA, but this is light fare, easy on the eyes, and enjoyable if you want something breezy to take a date to.
There’s also the strange idea that two young, fairly well-off, fairly fashionable people from New York and LA have never been to the other city, which is a little difficult to believe.
Woody Harrelson makes a great extended cameo as a non-stereotypical gay foil character. Although the gay character is still dispensing sage and timely advice to his straight friend, at least his straight friend is not the girl for once. They even manage to work in an allusion to White Men Can’t Jump, working in an even more unbelievable than the first time dunk by Woody in a pickup hoops game.
Take a friend, hope for some benefits afterwards, straight guys…not a chore to sit through.
Do you have questions about FWB arrangements? Ask Jon.
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You don’t need a gaydar for this one, I vouch for Raymond’s gayness. Please watch his movie. Zombadings opens Wednesday.
4. In Zombadings 1: Patayin Sa Shokot Si Remington, someone is zapping all the gay men in town with a raygun. But how does the raygun know whom to zap?
How can you tell a homosexual from a heterosexual? Many of us have gaydars, highly specialized neurons that determine on sight if a guy is someone we could date, or someone we will have a hair-pulling match with over Michael Fassbender.
Unfortunately, our gaydars are constantly being challenged by rapid changes in perceptions of sexuality. It no longer follows that a guy wearing a low V-neck shirt and skinny pants is gay. Maybe he’s just fashionable, or maybe he’s totally secure in his heterosexuality.
Let us examine the traditional indicators and how they are letting us down.