Via Jena Pincott, here is what Rachel Write says:

When Karen decided to go off the pill, her relationship wasn’t going well. She had a husband whose depression hung heavy, dampening the air. Karen began noticing a putrid smell, emanating from her husband. “I couldn’t stand to be close to him because he smelled so bad, it wasn’t what we call body odor, it smelled like a soured clothes…so naturally that is what I thought it was.”

But after digging through his laundry, she had a dizzying realization… the smell suffocating her space was her husband.

Karen could no longer muster a simple attraction. Warmth began to dissipate. A divorce ensued. Later, stumbling across research about pheromones and birth control, it clicked.

In Clause Wedekind’s study, women were given t-shirts that had been worn by men. They were asked to smell the shirts to report attraction. They found women were attracted to men with a different MHC level than their own, and repulsed by one too similar. The theory is this delicate difference of pheromones makes the healthiest offspring.

But, oddly women taking oral contraceptives lost this sense of attraction. Not only could she no longer sniff out her best match, she became actively attracted to men with a similar MHC level, closer to her own genes.

When Karen let a male friend vent about a recent break-up, it sounded familiar. “Had she recently gone off the pill?” She asked. When the answer was yes– she was convinced. “That is when I started calling it the divorce pill” Karen says.

This is akin to the old Brian Regan joke where he explains that while being examined, Regan’s optometrist notifies him that, “You know, your one eye is just slightly lower than the other.  This doesn’t affect your vision or anything; I just wanted you to be self-conscious for the rest of your life.”  Science FTMFW.

So, we break ground, but the point that has been missed deals with how we comment on sexuality.  What is trivial for one person isn’t for another.  What I absolutely love – and by love, I mean cry myself to sleep at night – is how the  topic is discussed among females.  If you haven’t experienced two or more women talking about their orgasms, or sexual encounters, I implore you to do so.  You will leave feeling either one of two things: You either already thought you were the bees-knees and will continue to think so, or you will leave shattered of any self-confidence whatsoever.

What we learn is that Tina Turner was right.  What’s love got to do with it?  I don’t care how much you love someone, or actually want to please them, failure is always an optional exit on the highway of sexual disaster.  I know, I’ve heard the stories.

And this is the kicker.  If this is what men feel sometimes, I cannot – for the love of any deity that I do not believe in – imagine what it’s like on the other side for women who have been wrongfully trained into internalizing bedroom problems as their fault.

My point all comes down to the fact that we all have insecurities, and just because we can joke about them, or that the female gender is finally starting to be allowed (it’s still too taboo for some people) to openly discuss these in the same manner as men do, doesn’t mean that some (me) aren’t insecure about it.

Put it this way.  Will and I discuss topics dealing with sex every so often here, but you won’t see me co-starring in a flick with Nina Hartley any time soon.  So, go ahead, discuss, it’s good to talk about sex, but just don’t be surprised when you see my eyes dart down as I think to myself, “Is this going to be a problem for me on my next date?”

Robert might just be the kind of guy who’s never made a woman cum. He speaks of male sexuality as though it were all about maintaining coercion and power over the female folk. Men are from Mars and women, Venus. When you read or hear someone making a similar argument, walk away. There is more variety within both gender groups than differences between them. In other words, there is someone of the opposite sex whose personality, compulsions, and lifestyle are very similar to your personality, compulsions, and lifestyle.

But, all of that misses the point, which is condom or no condom, Plan B or no Plan B, teenagers have sex. People have sex. In a million years, nothing has stopped people from fucking each other. In fact, all attempts at stopping said fucking seem to increase said fucking. You just got to go with it and hope that your kid’s inevitable mega-crisis, caused by the recklessness attributable to an incomplete brain, is manageable. You don’t have neither the power nor the right to control all aspects of your kid’s life. In fact, exerting that much power over a kid produces some fucking creepy results.

P.S. Robert, how old do you think this girl is? Should I put a rubber on my mouse before I click her?

[M]ens [sic] sexual nature is far closer to that of animals. So what? That is the way he is made. Blame God and nature. Telling your husband to control it is a fine idea. But he already does. Every man who is sexually faithful to his wife already engages in daily heroic self-control. He has married knowing he will have to deny his sexual natures desire for variety for the rest of his life. To ask that he also regularly deny himself sex with the one woman in the world with whom he is permitted sex is asking far too much.

I get what he’s saying, but, heroic? Oddly enough, after reading his post I’m left with the impression that Prager wholeheartedly despises celibate monastics.

NewScientist documents the discovery of the way of the G-Spot:

Emmanuele Jannini at the University of L’Aquila in Italy discovered clear anatomical differences between women who claim to have vaginal orgasms – triggered by stimulation of the front vaginal wall without any simultaneous stimulation of the clitoris – and those that don’t. Apparently, the key is that women who orgasm during penetrative sex have a thicker area of tissue in the region between the vagina and urethra, meaning a simple scan could separate out the lucky “haves” from the “have-nots”.

It’s my experience that women have three routes to the big O: The first, clitoral stimulation, is the most direct. The second, vaginal stimulation, is a route upon which you mysteriously find yourself. The third, G-Spot stimulation, is not as utterly elusive as most non-sexperts would like you to believe. Basically, you place one or two fingers in your partner’s vagina and gently tap and rub the area that is at your fingertips and close to the curve. Combine this with gentle clitoral stimulation and stimulation of whatever else your fingers are capable of reaching and, in 10 minutes or so, you can produce a mind-blowingly intense and erotic orgasm. I suppose not all women are capable of this; however, this article reinforces the fact that exploration and experimentation are the hallmarks of a sexually-gratifying relationship.

Kathleen Parker on Laura Ingraham: Laura, the Cucumber Queen

Definition of Cucumber Queen: In gay terminology, a person who enjoys having phallic-shaped vegetables or objects pushed up his ass.