It’s time to start celebrating healthy sexuality in all its forms. Here are 13 easy steps to get you started.
FunnyOrDie featured one of my articles about one of my favorite things: advancing the public discourse on sexuality and sexual identity (AND FUCKIN’).
Ladies and gentlemen, I am sick, and I am tired. I’m sick of the banks riding high on bail-outs. I’m tired of Wall Street treating the country like a Monopoly board. I’m sick of late nights watching pundits lob softballs for huckster politicians, and I’m tired of spending all day feeling nauseous as I watch American values dragged through the mud. I’m sick of losing my train of thought mid-sentence, and I’m tired. Good lord, am I tired.
Do you know what burns me up the most, folks? Do you know what really gets me feverish? It’s knowing that while I’m this sick and this tired, my opponents are sleeping soundly on silk sheets knowing that they have on the best healthcare money can buy. While I’m getting up before the crack of dawn to break my back to put this country back on track, my opponents are sleeping in ‘til noon and turning a profit off of your labor. While I’m coughing up gobs of cloudy phlegm, they are, in all likelihood, not doing that. And I’ll be damned if thinking about that doesn’t throw my internal homeostasis out of whack.
I’ve been traveling this country for months, coast to coast and back again, talking with people like you folks, with good common sense and decent values, who know what it is to work for a living and earn what you own. And yet every morning I’m waking up more sick and tired than the day before. Why? Because I spend all night in a bunk in the back of our campaign bus worrying about what the next four years will look like for those good people, and if sleep is not restful, it does nothing to combat fatigue. Without rest, the immune system is severely depressed, leaving the body wide open to infection.
I keep asking my staff to feel my glands, but none of them have any idea how big they’re supposed to be. It’s a little campaign trail joke we have.
Folks, I’m standing before you today so sick I can barely speak, and so tired I can barely stand up. But somebody needs to speak for the people, and somebody needs to stand up to Washington. And god knows I’d rather that person be someone, anyone other than me, so that I could go home and catch a Sunday afternoon nap with my dog and drink hot soup with my beautiful wife. I have vivid, vivid fever dreams about just that, when I do dream at all.
There are colored dots swimming before my eyes, and those dots are colored red, white, and blue. Thank you, and good fucking god what did I just hack up.
This is maybe my favorite joke I’ve ever written.
Never been kissed, like in that movie? Stop fretting, you fucking baby. It’s easy. Millions of people, including myself, do it every day; others, less frequently. Follow these basic guidelines so that when it comes time to lock lips, your partner doesn’t find you utterly inept and contemptible:
1.) Lock eyes, and keep them open. This is how you demonstrate commitment. With eye contact, you are saying to your partner, “Yes, I consent, tongue me good.”
2.) Lean in, bending at the waist. Relax your jaw and let it hang slack. Do not close your eyes. There is no turning back now; this phase is commonly known as the “Lover’s Eschaton.” (The form of a vase should be visible in the negative space between your silhouettes.)
3.) Align your lips with your partners’ and press. Do not yield. Intense pressure must be applied by both parties or the kiss will collapse.
4.) Keep your eyes open.
5.) Together, open your mouths. This accomplishes two things: first, it gives both tongues a wide berth for “loveplay,” and second, it allows each partner to more easily suck the breath from the other, one of the sweetest delicacies of human erotics.
6.) Rub the tips of your tongues together until both parties orgasm.
7.) Break the kiss, straightening at the waist. Maintain eye contact.
8.) Say “I love you.”
THE GAME: Set a timer for 10 minutes and come up with as many genital euphemisms as possible. Then, do it again for the other sex. Share with the world.
Chinese Finger Trap
The Great Pit of Carkoon
The Fertile Crescent
Country Road, Take Me Home
The Pink Slip ‘n’ Slide
The Skirt Pocket
The Money Pit
Extra Ball Slot
That Sweet, Sweet Already-Chewed Chewing Gum
The Downstairs Raw Bar
Gunk, Germs, and Squeal
The Clitoral ‘Hood
Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter
The Hymen Memorial
The Pit of Despair
The Leading Cause of Unwanted Pregnancy
The Midnight Meat Train
A Brief Interview with a Hideous Man
The Devil’s Super Soaker
The Professor’s Grading Pen
The Pinkberry Soft Serve Dispenser
You’re So Veiny You Probably Think This Dong Is About You