Interesting piece here about growing up with sex workers in the same building:
What it feels like to grow up with prostitutes

I have a similar experience…
My first apartment was in a dodgy part of town. The was a large escort agency around the corner and the city’s first strip club were just up the road. The streetwalkers were a few blocks down and the rent boys had a patch just beyond the shopping centre.

The sex workers themselves were friendly and there was never any hassle with them. When the director of the agency stopped me on the street and said he thought I’d be “perfect” for a job, I didn’t know whether to be insulted or pleased. I was eighteen and very innocent at the time (hard to believe but true…).

However, the johns were a constant source of annoyance. They seemed to think every woman in the area was involved in the sex trade. I got followed on a number of occasions by drunk men offering me money; shouted at; and generally verbally abused. I hate to think how they must have behaved with the women whose time they had ‘bought’ if they were that awful to me.

Recently, an Irish escort service has added a ‘dangerous customers’ section to its website. Read about that here: Prostitution website to identify dangerous punters

I wonder how much of our moral condemnation of sex work gives some people the belief that dehumanising these men and women is their right? I’m not saying that selling sex is a good idea - sex between freely consenting adults is what I promote - but surely we should be doing more to protect those marginalised by society and at risk from danger and abuse every day?

A new research conducted by Victoria University into penis size and body image has discovered that size does matter to men, but chiefly in relation to how they shape up compared with other men.

According to the researchers, “Men are more concerned about how their overall body size compares to the perceived male ideal than they are about how their size might impact on their sexual relations.”

The study, which investigated the link between men’s penis size, body image and mental health, found that men who indicated a larger-than-average penis size had higher self esteem, better general health functioning and higher overall body satisfaction than those reporting an average or below-average sized penis. The study also revealed that men who were happy with the size of their penis were less likely to engage in online dating. Interesting…

In Britain, 4,000 people were asked what name would be the mostly likely to engage on first date or casual sex. For some reason, the Brits think women named Chantelle are the mostly likely to do this.

Woman were also asked what would be the name of a man that would most likely try to got for it on the first date. The answer: Dave (which is kinda funny to me as my brother is named David and girls love him… but he’s spoken for.)

The rest of the top 10 Promiscuous Names are: Stacy, Kelly, Chelsea, Tanya, Debbie, Becky, Vicky, Lisa and Michelle.

For the men, they are: Lee, Steve, Darren, Andy, Gary, Danny, Jason, Kevin and Callum.

I know… WTF?
But amazingly the Church is not always anti-sex, anti-gay and anti just about everything else. Nerve magazine has a section called Sex Advice from Pastors and it’s amazingly open-minded.

Most woman appreciate oral sex, but sometimes guys find it hard work to make a woman climax this way. The worst thing a bloke can do is to stop as a woman is approaching orgasm. All this will do is prolong the process. Here’s a nifty trick if you are beginning to feel tongue strain.

Curl your tongue up against the outside of your upper lip. Keep the exposed backside of your tongue against her clitoris. Although you are not be doing anything with your tongue, the soft, wet sensation hasn’t been suddenly removed, disrupting the sensation of oral sex. You can press down on the clitoris with the back of your tongue creating pleasurable pressure or use your fingers to continue stimulating her.

According to an online survey, one in ten people have unsafe sex because they are too embarrassed to buy condoms. That’s awful but I sort of understand. Once, during my first sexual relationship, the boyfriend and I went into a chemist to pick up the necessary, but the old battleaxe behind the counter chased us out saying they didn’t stock “that filth”…

For years I was a little bit embarrassed about buying them myself, delegating it to whomever I was sleeping with, as a “man’s job” but on the occasions I did, I felt the need to buy all sorts of other things in the chemist, such as lipstick and hair pins, so that they wouldn’t think I’d stopped in just to get condoms. Silly I know…

Anyone have any similar tales?

I wrote a piece in HP a few weeks ago which mentioned sexist T-shirts. Well, these are beauts. No boys! Don’t do it…

Oh dear… If you’re a good practicing Catholic you won’t approve of this (or anything else on this blog for that matter), but some crafty joker has put the pope on a condom packet . You have to admit it’s kinda funny… Although this is not the face I’d like staring up at me during a delicate moment…

Oh I’m loving this. It’s my new favourite. The We-Vibe is a unique vibrator as you wear it while having sex. It’s small, hands free, has no wires or straps, works in two speeds and gives pleasure to both parties. Plus it’s a rather nice shade of purple (important that! You don’t want to clash with your lingerie). Here’s an explanation of how it works.

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