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Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
Mr. Woods is magnificent as he overpowers all opponents.
This week I was the rapt onlooker of, and the slave to, physical authority, uncanny skills in the hands and wrists, and a grace under pressure that only once let rip in profanities, but which for four days of close confrontation showed nothing more than a serene smile — and just a glint of those tigerish teeth. I am talking about a performance that some called total and overpowering, akin to rape. Seventy-two times, he found the hole — it seemed as much ordained as skillful or knowing. And when it comes to the passionate regularity of one man, with sticks and balls, putting it in the hole, nothing compared with Tiger Woods at Pebble Beach.
Put it another way (and here I rely on statistics from the New York Times): Once Tiger Woods began his triumphal fourth round on Sunday, the NBC television coverage fixed on him for 93 minutes, 23 seconds in the next four hours. Talk about, does the camera love him! Does the camera want every detail of lining up and limbering down, backswing and follow-through! Not that in the entire four hours he was any more aware of a rival, an opponent, than he was, say, of the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins (a wretched golfer). No, this was man and his task, his balled duty, his obsession with the hole — this was single-minded magnificence. Moreover, at one point, there was a shot of the Tiger, doing very little more than prowling, that went on for one minute, 15 seconds. In the gravest reveries of pornography there is seldom such sustained rapture, such uninterrupted emphasis on human male being, breathing, existence and persistence.
Now, you will say that this joke has gone on long enough, that “Tiger” might be more aptly known by his real name, “Eldrick,” that this man of men, this greatest athletic performer, this jock de nos jours, is still only a boy, hardly familiar with the real backspin, crosswinds and unreadable greens of sex itself. You will be saying to yourself that the only thing wrong with Tiger Woods is the “Tiger” business. Kitten is more like it.
Well, yes, he’s but a lad in a sport where the great veterans became lean, sun-blasted boys — just look at Jack, Arnie and Gary. We do not have too many sexy golfers. There was Champagne Tony Lema, but he was killed young. Johnny Miller, maybe — yes, I could see him in a sand-trap foursome. And there’s something like a hard-on in Jesper Parnevik’s cap. Otherwise …
But Tiger is the new thing. He’s changed golf, and he’ll alter the erotics of sport. Maybe the turn-on was inward, introspective, narcissistic even. But some of us believe that narcissistic sex is going to be very big. As for myself, at the end of the day, when the NBC camera moved in on Tiger — so young, so pulpy — and there he was applying lip salve, well, friends, I felt a tingle. I knew he was getting ready for his big close-up, the one where he kisses the trophy. He wanted to leave a little smear.
David Thomson is the author of "A Biographical Dictionary of Film" (new edition just published), "Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles" and "In Nevada." More David Thomson.
Taxing strip clubs for rape
Politicians are holding adult entertainment venues responsible for funding sexual assault services
(Credit: iStockphoto/wragg) It used to be that strip clubs were merely blamed for society’s ills. Now they’re actually being charged for it.
In recent years, measures have been introduced in Georgia, Pennsylvania, Texas, Illinois and, most recently, California to apply special taxes to strip clubs — specifically to fund sexual assault services. Now, even if you aren’t inclined to view erotic entertainment as the source of all evil, this might seem an appropriate aim — who wants to argue against additional support for rape survivors? It would seem even more so when you consider politicians’ and activists’ repeated claims of solid scientific evidence showing a link between strip clubs — specifically those that sell alcohol — and sexual violence.
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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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