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How Men Learn to Masturbate

November 18th, 2009 | 6 folks got down with the Funky Brown | Posted in Understanding Men

I’ve gotta hand it to Marty Beckerman and Shawn Hollenbach. Last month, at my friend Rachel’s In the Flesh Erotic Reading Series, they told a room stuffed with strangers & friends how they learned to masturbate. Separately. I know them; although they’re equally sexy & hilarious, they’re not together. Marty digs chicks. Shawn likes dick. In any case, I love “How I Learned to Masturbate” stories. If you want to read about my first time using a vibrator, it’s on New York Press’ sex column Flavor of the Week. For two guys’ perspectives, here ya go:

SYNOPSIS: Shawn is a comedian who co-produces The Back Room — “a provocative gay stand-up show featuring NYC’s best working and up and coming gay, lesbian and sexy comics” — at Ochi’s Lounge every Friday night at 9pm. Funny excerpt from the clip below: “As I’m doing this, I’m exfoliating my penis [...] It was the most horrific feeling in the world … with my raw penis.”

SYNOPSIS: Marty Beckerman wrote Dumbocracy, Generation S.L.U.T. and Death to All Cheerleaders. Funny excerpt from the clip below: “Suuurpriiiise … Your dick is fucked!” and “No more floor fucking tonight. Weeeell, maybe after the reading.”

If you like the videos above and you live in New York, drop by Kettle of Fish tonight to see Marty, go to Ochi’s on Friday to see Shawn or come to Rachel’s erotic reading series tomorrow. If you don’t live in New York, and you’d like info on male masturbation, Babeland can hook you up with sex toys for men.

I Had Sex Five Times This Year … So Far

November 17th, 2009 | 8 folks got down with the Funky Brown | Posted in Dating and Mating

I don’t get nearly as much action as men often think I do. Apparently, if you write about (shh, whisper it!) S-E-X — or condoms, dating, relationships and stuff related to getting it on — the assumption seems to be: you must screw around a lot! Seriously? Have we, as a culture, become THAT repressed? I’m human. I’m an adult. Sex happens. Does that mean it occurs every day? Nope. Does it happen with every guy I meet? Absolutely not. Not that it’s anyone’s business, but I’m much more exacting than that. Even if I wasn’t, who the hell cares?

I’m single. Using only one hand, I can count the number of times I’ve had sex in 2009 — I mean, you know, with someone besides myself. I don’t keep track of my trysts any more than I keep track of how many times I exercise in a month; The number on its own is meaningless. That said, if I had to guess, I’d say I had sex 4 or 5 times this year. Granted, I have a high sex drive and each “time” included multiple sessions throughout the night and next morning. But, the point is: My bedroom HARDLY has an open door policy. There’s no velvet rope, but I will say this: Very few guys have seen my apartment, fewer know what my bed looks like and even fewer can say they’ve been between my legs — or pumped away inside my vagina while hunched over my back — on my mattress. Or my floor. Or my shower. Or anywhere else in my home.

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I know plenty of friends and acquaintances in dead relationships and marriages. I don’t want to date someone for the sake of dating, and I’d rather be on my own than with the wrong guy. That doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes feel lonely, wish I had a boyfriend or grow bored of sleeping solo. Nor, for the record, does that mean I haven’t nakedly thumped away with a younger guy or foreign dude (or both!) warmly squeezed between my inner thighs at 2:00a.m., noisily waking the neighbors. [Whistles innocently. Looks at sky. Avoids direct eye contact.] Um, right, so, where was I? Yes …  For now, it simply means, I’m not making my dating life a high priority. Sex life? If I get an itch, I’ll scratch it myself or occasionally accept one of my guy friends / acquaintances’ happy offers.

To be clear, sure, I would still like to fall feet first into a healthy, stable, longterm relationship with a handsome, witty and funny man. But, I’m kind of “over” making efforts to “make it happen.” No more online dating sites. No matchmakers. I’m done. Tired. Finished for the moment. Oddly, now that I’ve pulled away, I’ve met more interesting men in the past few months than I have all year. But, that’s neither here nor there. For now, I’m focused on other things. Writing. The Holidays. Spending great times with good friends. Getting ready to see my family in Illinois. That’s the stuff that occupies my time. Everything else is secondary for now.


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Credit paid: Photo by Mo Riza

This Is Why We Love and Cheat

“Romantic love is a drive. In fact, I think it’s more powerful than the sex drive. You know, if you ask someone to go to bed with you and they say “no thank you” you certainly don’t kill yourself or slip into a depression. But, certainly, around the world, people who are rejected in love with kill for it. People live for love, kill for love and will die for it.”

Helen Fisher, author of The First Sex, Why We Love and Anatomy of Love: A Natural History of Mating, Marriage, and Why We Stray

Heads up: The video clip above is 20+ minutes. It’s a bit long, but it’s thought-provoking and worth watching. I’m much more drawn to these kinds of discussions than the fluffy “Top 10 Ways To Turn Your Man on TONIGHT!!!!” stuff.

Manly Monday: Can Men Fake It? (Video)

Several years ago, I slept with a guy who faked an orgasm. Unable to complete The Final Act, he put on a performance. When he was done, he pulled out but he was still hard and the condom’s inside was completely dry and empty. I kind of felt bad for him because there’s TREMENDOUS pressure on guys to “make it happen.” Sometimes, they can’t. Wanna know more about other guys who’ve fake it? Read Men Fake It Too! on MSNBC. Also, Psychology Today has a Men Who Fake Orgasms piece, and Marie Claire answers: Why would men fake it? If you’re a guy who faked it (or someone who’s been with a dude who put on theatrics), feel free to share your stories in the comments section below.

Breaking News: Black People Have Sex!!!! :)

Come here often? I wrote my first blog post here on June 21, 2005. If you haven’t been reading since the beginning, I don’t want you to feel left out. So, as I mentioned previously, for the remaining Saturdays of the year, I’m writing roundups that highlight things you may have missed. The first Saturday roundup’s was about dating. The second covered living in New York. This week, I’m talking about ethnicity. I’m a sex, dating and relationships writer. I’m also a black woman. I’ve been fairly vocal about the fact “black issues” and “sex issues” aren’t mutually exclusive. Earlier this year at Open Center’s Sex in America, I (and others) gently reminded the panel — which included no minorities — that people of color have sex, too. Just ask my vagina. She’ll tell you it’s true! :) In case you’re interested in this stuff, below are posts I’ve written about race/ethnicity and sex:

A Tits And Ass Man’s Pick I Am Not

When I tweeted I was considering writing about body image issues today, I got a few positive responses from the folks at Single Minded Women and others. So, here we go … I’m not a “Tits & Ass Man’s” choice. Despite what Sir Mix-A-Lot says, my butt will never look “like one of those rap guys’ girlfriends.” (See Exhibit Badonkadonk: A Picture of My Ass.) The boobies on my chest will always be humble nibbles. (See Exhibit A-Cup: A video of my breasts.) I can make light of this and laugh now, but it wasn’t always that way. I spent much of my teens and my early 20s disliking my body. I wanted to be bigger, curvier and more attractive to men. I figured people who looked like me didn’t get asked out as much as the women with breastier and more bootilicious assets.

Like many (but not all) women, I sometimes have a horrible habit of giving unnecessary attention to things I don’t like about my body. When I was really thin, I wanted curves. Now that I’m a normal weight, I watch what I eat. I’ve since learned there’s no such thing as one perfect body, and I’m developing a healthier relationship with food. Whenever I start freaking out about my size, I divert my thoughts, energy, effort and attention to things that are more important to me — like my writing career, finishing my book, developing deeper spirituality, thinking about my dreams & aspirations and spending time with my family. Besides, I figure everyone has a “Best Physical Trait,” a winning ticket or two. Ages ago, when one of my exes boythings — a cute, white French Canadian brunette with a cute smile — asked which feature I thought was my best asset, I very happily told him my legs:

Inspired by Tina Turner, I strut those things around and show ‘em off in miniskirts and dresses. Seriously, I’ve gotta hand it to Miss Anna Mae Bullock. EVERYONE notices her lower limbs. Former President George W. Bush called them “the most famous in showbusiness.” They’ve also been lauded as simply the best. Hell, even The Onion joked she had a $3.2 million insurance policy on those babies in the satirical piece, Tina Turner Burns Down Legs For Insurance Money. Hats off to her! When I’m 69, I can only hope I look as great as she does. I think she’s gorgeous, and it’s not just about her legs. Rising from a humble and abusive background, she found happiness and blew everyone by accomplishing a lot in her career. But, back to the shallow stuff: I think she’s hot :) So, now, tell me about you. What would you say is your best physical asset and/or which trait do you notice most in men or women that interest you?

Live The Life You Love

Last night, I went to the second of Single Edition’s three “Live The Life You Love” seminars at Saks Fifth Avenue, and I highly recommend the series. If you want practical advice about insurance, health, fitness, relationships, life planning, finance and other topics that pertain to single people, Live The Life You Love is good stuff! During the first event, I think financial planner Laura Scott was the breakout “OMG-this-woman-is-amazing” speaker with the most valuable takeaways. Yesterday, I liked what the nutritionist said about mindful eating and setting nutrition goals. There was a sexpert present, though I found myself more intrigued by audience members’ comments during that segment. Particularly, one woman confessed she didn’t know how to say “no” when her boyfriend asked her for sex. She said she usually just “goes along with it.” The sexpert said that wasn’t necessarily the best route to a fulfilling sex life, and I agree. In case any Funky Brown Chick readers out there are wondering, “How do I enjoy the horizontal disco with my woman (or my guy) without doing it at times or in ways that make me feel uncomfortable?” here’s a clip from Video Jug.

By the way, getting back to the beginning on this post, I’ve previously written about Single Edition; they recently hooked me up with the hiking trip. If you’d like to know more about them or the Live The Life You Love series, visit their site.

Confessions From “The Other Woman”

Last night, I had a 94 minute 40 second telephone call with a friend (yes, I checked my phone). Topic of conversation? Yesterday’s Funky Brown Chick post about infidelity, “Single Women’s Affairs: Sleeping With Married Men.” The gist of the exchange was this: A close pal who has known me since 18 was surprised — and, though she didn’t say it but I get the impression, disappointed – I mentioned I’ve messed around with other women’s boyfriends. “It just doesn’t seem like you,” she said. “You’re generally a consistent person. I know you wouldn’t like it if someone did that to you, so I don’t get why you’d do it to someone else.” Here, grab a seat. I’ll explain. Before I do that, it’s probably appropriate to draw your attention to my interview with Lust in Translation: The Rules of Infidelity from Tokyo to Tennessee author Pamela Druckerman for Huffington Post. Published nearly a year ago, I think the commentary applies here as well. For example, Druckerman says Americans get freaked out about cheating because, “We see it as a measure of character.” Perhaps that explains a bit of the heat in yesterday’s comments about infidelity. The overarching theme seemed to be: Pourquoi, pourquoi? WHY?!!? Brotha Tech asks, “Out of all the men/women on this planet…even the white ones, remind me why a married man/woman is actually an option?” As someone who has slept with other women’s dudes, here we go …

1. He Wasn’t Married. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve never knowingly slept with a guy with a ringed finger.  Guys in casual relationships? Yes. Married men? No.

2. It’s Not a Game of Numbers. Last November, Clutch magazine interviewed me for their site. In passing, I admitted, “[...] I have slept with people’s boyfriends – as long as there’s no ring and you’re not promised to someone else. Married men are hands off. Girlfriends come and go.” Once the feature was posted, a guy named Mike lamented, “The woman dates every race of man on the planet. How the hell can’t she find single man in NYC?”

I’ve found and dated plenty of single black, white, Latino, European and other men. Some were better matches than others. And, of course, I’ve met and felt intense chemistry with men who were already in relationships, too. There’s a fallacy that more people equals more potential partners. As long as you’re surrounded by ENOUGH single people, you’ll magically find the one for you. It’s like telling a gay man, “With all these single women in [insert city], you’re bound to find at least ONE that’s a good fit for you.” Try explaining to a lesbian, “You just haven’t met the RIGHT man yet.” Assume bisexual people sleep with twice as many people as either straight or heterosexual singles? It doesn’t work that way. It’s not a numbers game. Chemistry is chemistry, and people like who they like. When you find a good match, you know it — even if it doesn’t come in the package expected.

3. What Happens In His Bed Is His Business. I’ve never cheated on any of my dates, lovers, boyfriends, exes or whatever because that’s not how I roll when I’m in a relationship with a dude. That said, it’s not my place to judge what goes on in others’ romances. This goes back to what I said yesterday. It smacks of the Scarlet Letter era when a single woman was called a “cheater” for messing around with a guy who stepped out on his lover. Remember when that whole Pitt-Jolie-Aniston thing initial went down? Angelina didn’t cheat on anyone; Brad did. Yet, she – not he — was bitch-slapped with the homewrecker label.

4. Life Doesn’t Turn Out As Expected. In high school, a friends’ parents had an interesting “How We Met” story. The mom was engaged to another man. Weeks before the wedding, she met the guy who is her current husband. They sparked up a romance. Eventually, she left her fiancee for the new guy (my friend’s dad). More than 30 years later, they’re still married, have three beautiful children and are continuing to build a happy life together. Did they plan it that way? Nope. Did they meet under the most ideal circumstances? Nuh-uh. Would she have missed out on the guy who turned out to be the great love of her life if she’s stayed with the dude she originally planned to marry? Absolutely. Sometimes people find love in spaces they weren’t even searching. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve never cheated on my boyfriends and I’d like to think I never will. That said, I believe affairs say more about the relationship than it does about the Other Woman or Other Man; afterall, “homewrecking” starts at home. If I was in the longterm relationship with a partner who screwed around and eventually left me for another person, I would hope I’d have the sensibility, strength and courage to let go of that which no longer belonged to me.

5. It’s Nobody’s Business But Theirs. I wrote infidelity again today because last night’s conversation provided tons of food for thought. Yesterday, I mentioned Alicia Keys to illustrate a point. Today, I mentioned Angelina. However, to close — and repeating Tuesday’s thought — If two consenting adults have sex, it’s usually really no one else’s business besides the parties involved. I’ve never really spoken at length about The Other Woman stuff because, quite frankly, what happens between Alicia, Angelina or any other woman’s legs is her business.