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Sex Edna: Caught on Camera

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Dear Edna,

My boyfriend really wants me to let him video tape us having sex. We’ve been together for almost 4 years and trust isn’t an issue, but it’s something I don’t think I am comfortable with. I don’t want to disappoint him but it’s something he seems to REALLY want to do. What should I tell him?

Sincerely,
Camera Shy

Dear Camera Shy,

I’m pretty sure you just answered your own question, but to give you further support, here’s my advice: it doesn’t matter if you’re together for 10 days or 10 years, getting caught on film can screw you harder than the you in the video. So unless you are prepared to suffer the consequences of potential employers, in-laws, clergymen and horny neighborhood school children seeing you rock the cock off performing a reverse cowgirl, let your man friend know that this is out of the question and a pursuit of the issue is somewhat of an insult to your intelligence and decision making capacity.

Not that I think your partner is disrespecting you in anyway by asking you to perform for his Sony, it actually shows the caliber of respect he has for you by asking…and not setting up a camera under a pile of his dirty boxers and Chinese take-out boxes. I consider it a good sign because it shows that he isn’t afraid to communicate his needs with you. However if you do turn him down and he is still persistent in his desire for you to get your Jenna Jameson on, you need to put your foot down, possibly on his nuts, not literally though.

Relationships involve a lot of communication as well understanding of your partner. It is good that he is communicating his desires to you, but he also needs to understand that this is posing some discomfort for you. If he begins to think that it is a lack of trust you have in him, just tell him what my mom always used to say when I’d have boys in my room “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust the situation.”

Having a ticking time-bomb like a sex video hanging around that can disappear for a few days to months and reappear when your man is trying to download Easter photos in front of his mom can cause a whole mess of problems. Cameras (especially those digital ones) can sometimes store photos or videos in the camera on private or hidden files and get downloaded to a computer when you least expect it. So even if the intent is to be kept private, there are a whole slew of incredibly possible mishaps that can get this 3 minute to 2 hour video out in the open. Not to mention if it falls into the wrong hands or you piss off said partner, they will have leverage over you that is out of your control. Or you could use it for leverage in your favor, but I’m pretty sure any decent person would never use blackmail to get what they want…

So to get back to your question if you aren’t comfortable with the situation, let him know. If he is able to talk you into it, so be it. Just make sure that there are no copies made and the DVD it is stored on is strategically hidden and labeled as Gigli to ensure no one will watch it or even better they’ll scratch the shit out of it because they are thinking they are doing society a favor.

Good luck Camera Shy,
Edna

Sex Edna – 5 Sex Do’s of Mardi Gras

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It is that time of year again where the lives of everyone in New Orleans is going to take a turn for the crazy… Mardi Gras.  The holiday used by Catholics in order to purge themselves of all the horrible things they can’t do during Lent, like eat meat, do drugs, have pre-marital sex and expose themselves to complete strangers for recycled anal beads.  The next two installments of this column are going to be dedicated to some sexual preparations needed to come out relatively unscathed by this debaucheries of the holiday. So here are Sex Edna’s 5 Do’s of Mardi Gras.

 

1.) Do keep the prophylactics handy:  No matter what your relationship status, having these handy dandy barrier methods will be a life saver, or stopper, however you want to look at it.  I will say this often: even if you aren’t going to use them, take some with you because chances are you can be a good Samaritan and give them away to those in need.  I for one have never been scolded for handing out condoms to random strangers, save for that time at church.  Just make sure you are storing them properly and by properly I mean, not in a wallet, glove compartment or cooler.  Condoms can be crushed and the precious air bubble inside popped, resulting in air exposure, which can cause the condom to breakdown prematurely and possibly break during intercourse and we all know how that can ruin a weekend.  Keeping them stored in areas where they will be exposed to large variations in temperature will also cause it to become less dependable.  So keeping them stored in a coat pocket or bra where pressure and temperature change is minimal would be ideal.

 

This may also be a good time to try out the female condom because sex in a back alley in the French Quarter barely leaves enough time for kissing, let alone the 13 plus step process of putting on a condom.  So why not throw in a female condom on your next trip to the bathroom, if you can get to a bathroom.  Even if you can’t I’m sure inserting one behind a parked car wouldn’t be the weirdest thing someone has seen all Mardi Gras, I mean you were planning on having sex in public, why not go the whole nine yards?

 

2.) Do have a buddy system or tracking device ready or write your name and a returnable address somewhere on your body in the event you are found half naked in the back of a bike taxi.  There are few things more tedious than the first thought of your morning being “Holy fuck, I gotta get out of…wherever here is…”  So to save yourself the trouble and walk of shame, pair up with a friend, or if the thought of being baby sat all night makes you feel like a 12 year old that can’t hold their liquor setup a mobile tracking device on your cell phone.  I know most people don’t agree with the whole mobile-tracking-big-brother-is-watching-you thing but I’d rather have Big Brother watching me than big brother from Tipitina’s parking lot whose bed I am now sharing watching me.

 

Getting from point A to point B, C, D to Z during Mardi Gras is important.  Just make sure you have a plan get back to point A unscathed.  Whether it’s a designated driver, cab or bus service, make sure you have that in place before you forget where you even started from because no one wants to be that guy on the corner of Bourbon begging for cab fare and no one believes you because you smell like booze and look like you slept in a ditch because you probably did.

 

3.) Do wear clean, presentable celebration appropriate underwear: Many people will inevitably end up flashing undergarments and then some during Mardi Gras and granted most people won’t care what you are wearing it might raise the eyebrow of a partner if they pull off your pants/dress/chicken costume and you’re rocking some mean skid marks or granny panties.  And do not forgo undergarments either!  Unless you plan on not sitting on anything the whole night, you totally need that buffer between you and that over used barstool or sidewalk you just happen to be puking off of.  Underwear is also useful because it absorbs any urine that doesn’t get drip dried when you’ve peed on the floor of a port-o-potty because it was already full to the brim.  Don’t believe me? Try out a port-o-potty downtown at noon on Mardi Gras day and let me know what you think.

 

4.) Do Australian Landscape:  I lament at writing this rule because I totally support au natural, however, many of my colleagues (male and female alike) were adamant on trimming the land “down under”.  As far as costumes go, if you’re gonna Lady Gaga it and go pantsless wearing nothing but your largest thong, trimming up may be essential to the costume.  You also don’t want to be chased around by some pervo leering at you because they happened to see the overgrown hedges or assumes your Johnny is smaller than it actually is because you haven’t managed the grounds in awhile.  I don’t mean to say mandatory Brazillian waxes and manscaping for all, but it is nice for a partner while engaging in some oral sex to not get a mouthful of your pubes.  It’s been awhile for me, but I felt bad for my doctor because I hadn’t shaved two weeks before a pelvic exam, so I could only wonder what it would mean for someone who went down there with the most romantic of intentions.  So even if you aren’t going to go Lex Luthor on yourself, trim it up a bit, make it match your costume, unless of course your costume is Chewbacca or a Yeti then feel free to grow it out.

 

5.) Do set aside $50 for the Morning After pill for you…or some friends or better yet, buy some in advance because more than likely it’s going to be sold out.  While this is directed more at the lady readers, I would honestly not feel the least bit insulted if my Mardi Gras hookup made me breakfast in bed with a side of Plan B.  I’d be more shocked at the breakfast part quite frankly. Again, Emergency Contraceptive is another one of those things (like condoms) that having handy is NEVER a bad thing, either for you, a friend or a total stranger.  You can take it up to 5 days post unprotected coitus (yes, it’s still unprotected if the condom breaks.  You get points for the good intentions, but deductions on the execution friend.)  However, the crux being that if you have already become pregnant, that EC is useless, but you typically don’t know you are pregnant until several weeks after so just take the damn thing as a safety precaution and a delicious piece of mind.  So if you have an extra $50 go out and buy a pack now because it’s way cheaper than buying bulk diapers and baby formula.

Sex Edna is 28 years old.  She started dating at age 15 and subsequently lost her virginity at the end of that year.  From then on she started having and talking about sex.  At the age of 25 she began teaching sexual education to incarcerated youths as well as other inquiring adolescents.  Currently she is attending graduate school for Public Health Education, so don’t be afraid to ask because she’s either done it or heard of it.

I F*cking Hate Valentine’s Day:

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by Rachael Kostelec

For many of us, it doesn’t feel like Al Capone and Bugs Moran led the only St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. Whether or not you are in a relationship when February 14th strikes, the pressures are still on. If you are committed to someone the expectations are probably high. Serious planning, large quantities of money, and grand gestures are in order if you plan on keeping them around next year. If you haven’t been struck by that little bastard cupid and his notorious arrows, you are probably not anticipating the annual reminder of your singledom and you have some serious decisions to make. Do you try your hardest and pretend that this day magically fell off the calendar this year and go about your business? Do you break your New Year’s Resolution already and kill an entire box of chocolates that you bought for yourself while watching a self-induced rom-com marathon? Or do you do as I do and rally the few friends you have who are still riding solo, get naked wasted and celebrate your singlehood? Because contrary what this holiday will leave you to believe, there is nothing wrong with being alone any day of the year if you can enjoy your own company, pay for your own dinner, and have at least one working hand.

Regardless of your love situation, many people freely admit they fucking hate V-day. Here are five who hate it more than you do.

V is for:
Virginity
If you plan on losing it in the second most cliché way of all time (the first, of course, being prom night), make sure your Valentine can at least spring for a Howard Johnsons. Elizabeth got her cherry popped (when she should have been popping chocolate covered cherries) at a $35 a night motel that required reservations because of it’s proximity to a local maximum security prison. Apparently this place was pretty popular amongst the inmates, and due to the graphic nature of what was seen, that content has been edited out for her safety. I can say that the cleaning service was not at all surprised to find blood on their sheets.

V is for:
Vocabulary
Sarah had been dating her 2,000-mile-away boyfriend Jeff for two years and everyone was skeptical that he was seeing other people—everyone besides Sarah that is. It wasn’t until “something came up” with work and he had to cancel his trip to come see her for the lovers’ holiday that she started to wonder. She didn’t have to question it for too long because when her two dozen red roses were delivered the card attached read, “Mandy, the past six months with you have been the best times of my life, I can’t wait to spend our first Valentine’s Day together tonight! Love, Jeff.” Sorry Sarah, those flowers could come in handy for a little game of he loves me, he loves me NOT. As far as Jeff is concerned, I wonder if 1-800-flowers does refunds when they make these kind of “mistakes.”

V is for:
Violently Ill
Yes, it’s true, one of the reasons men love women and put up with their emotions, gossip, and neediness is because we feed them. Brian was excited when his long time girlfriend (who had never as much as made him a sandwich) surprised him by getting herself cooking lessons for Valentine’s Day and cooking him a feast meant for a king while he had planned on surprising her by proposing. Unfortunately, his lady was too busy texting him during class and missed the segment about the proper handling of poultry and the dangers of salmonella. Brian decided he couldn’t marry someone who could potentially kill him or their unborn children, so as soon as they had both recovered, the engagement was called off.

V is for:
Venereal Disease
Finding out you have one would majorly suck regardless of the day, but feels even more painful (and itchy) when everyone else you know is at five-star restaurants drinking the finest champagne toasting to the STD-free sex they will be having once the bubbly starts to kick in. Karen received a phone call from her ex on February 14, 2005 as she was getting ready to celebrate with her current beau. He called to share the news of what he had already shared with her a few months back: genital warts. Props to this douche for his timing, though maybe next time he should spread the word (instead of his wart-filled legs) with a card covered in hearts with this brilliant,uber-romantic poem I just wrote: Your chocolates will get eaten, your flowers will surely die; But the genital warts I gave you will only multiply! Cheers to the gift that will keep on giving!

V is for:
Vindicated
A scheduled Valentine’s reunion was planned and preempted by some provocative photos to get the female half of this equation excited for the visit. If it’s true what they say that a picture is worth a thousand words, then the words must have been “I fucking hate Valentine’s day” when she (okay, I) noticed the wedding ring on the hand that held his two-timing penis. The consolation prize was pretending to have believed the series of lies he spun to try and get himself out of it and letting him proceed with his travel arrangements only to be left at the airport alone on Valentine’s Day while his wife was at home wondering where her husband was, and I was sitting at a bar somewhere drinking my face off.

Cripple Creek Players Present “UBU ENCHAINÉ,” 2 NIGHTS ONLY!

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THIS WEEKEND!

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Pere Ubu & the gang return with a final, hilarious vengeance at the AllWays this weekend!

Friday, February 10th & Saturday February 11th

AllWays Lounge & Theatre
2240 St. Claude Avenue
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Doors 7 p.m.
(Friday) Aurora Nealand w/guest artsists 7:30 p.m. | PLUS! It’s the AllWays’ 3rd Birthday! Come celebrate with us!
(Saturday) Sweet Street Symphony 7:30 p.m.
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Sex Edna – Your One True Love

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Our lives begin with relationships.  The relationship of our bellybutton to our umbilical cord which subsequently leads to your mom…the first person you have a relationship with.  No matter what happens between you and your mom outside of the womb, she nourished you for, more or less, nine months of your existence.  However, once you drop out of that beautiful protective uterus, you are left to the elements and many more relationships, both healthy and unhealthy.
However, the most important relationship anyone has is the one that they develop with themselves.  If you’ve ever heard of the clichéd term “You can’t love others unless you love yourself” it is painstakingly true. As one of the most horrifically contrived holidays rears it’s ugly pink and red head many people will be preparing with both fear and loathing: Valentine’s Day.  I am not what I would consider a Valentine’s Day hater.  Over the past decades V-Day has taken on a new meaning, I feel for the better.  It is no longer for the couples loathed by singles, it’s for groups of singles embracing the fact they have themselves to love above all else.
There is most definitely something to be said of having a nice candlelight dinner with the one you care about and are currently, or planning to bone, however there’s also something to be said about getting drunk with your friends and playing a few rounds of “Who’s Settling” while consuming Café au Lait and beignets at Café du Monde.  You go home at the end of the night happy that you know more than one person who gets your sense of humor and love that they are there for you, but you don’t have to respond to anyone else but yourself when all is said and done.  Granted you won’t be getting laid, there is absolutely no shame in a one handed romp.
Your significant other can create or fill a void, but sometimes this void is meant to be filled by you.  If you spend years going from one romance to the next, filling and refilling the void, the void gets bigger and bigger and at some point you may not have someone big enough to fill it.  There is no shame in being alone for a year, five years or ten years.  It gives you time to figure out what the person you’ve been waking up with your whole life loves, needs and is capable of achieving.
Sex Edna is 28 years old.  She started dating at age 15 and subsequently lost her virginity at the end of that year.  From then on she started having and talking about sex.  At the age of 25 she began teaching sexual education to incarcerated youths as well as other inquiring adolescents.  Currently she is attending graduate school for Public Health Education, so don’t be afraid to ask because she’s either done it or heard of it.