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Heche gay? I don’t feel it
The actress came out to us, but she may have been crossing her fingers behind her back.
The thing that got under my skin last week was the report that actress Anne Heche was picked up by concerned cops on the edge of Fresno, Calif., Saturday. She was said to be “shaken” and “confused”; she had parked her car and gone up to the door of some remote, rural home.
You know what Heche looks like — a scrap of a thing, pale as paper, with cropped hair. And there she was out in the Central Valley sun — wandering — with temperatures of 105 degrees. Now, that is a scene; and if it’s the start of a movie, I’m hooked. And I’ll admit that I’ve been fascinated with Ms. Heche for a long time.
The newspapers implied that Heche was “lost” because her three-year relationship with Ellen DeGeneres had just broken up. Well, maybe, but two and two don’t always make four. The Heche I’ve been seeing on-screen is a touch tougher than that. So I wonder if, somehow, there’s much more to the story. I mean, the last person I recall driving north out of Los Angeles and getting into real trouble was Janet Leigh in “Psycho.” And she had $40,000 she shouldn’t have had. And if you wanted a sleepy and unlikely site for some major affair, wouldn’t Fresno be perfect?
Quite frankly, it comes down to this: when I heard that DeGeneres was gay, I wasn’t surprised. Good luck to her. But Heche? Gay? Final answer? I didn’t feel it. I’ve never met the lady. But I’ve seen a lot of her work, and either she is a very good actress or she’s a lot more than confused.
In which case, good luck, too. I think the pair of them were brave in their announcement — which doesn’t mean one of them might not have been crossing her fingers behind her back. And there have been stories out of Hollywood that Heche has also been involved with men. “Return to Paradise” was a pretty silly film, but I had no trouble whatsoever believing that she and Vince Vaughn had very blunt, carnal feelings for each other. And Heche had chemistry with Harrison Ford in “Six Days, Seven Nights” — and having chemistry with Ford is like bringing water to the desert.
Now, I will concede that there are terrific — actually, very hot — lovemaking scenes between Heche and Joan Chen in a bad film called “Wild Side.” (One of the troubles here is that so many of Heche’s films are so poor it’s an ordeal checking her out.)
Some of you may be poised to ask, “Well, whose business is it, anyway?” Ladies and gentlemen, don’t be dodos — it’s our business. If someone goes up on the screen to play in big movies, and then goes on “Oprah” to keep us up-to-date with her private life, it’s our business. And Heche is sexy. Remember the way she watched the men in “Wag the Dog”? And I think she’s very good. If it turns out that she has a whim or a need for all kinds of living creatures, including Fresno mongrels, don’t be surprised, and good luck to her. But don’t deny your own instincts. I’m with Donnie Brasco — I’d get home every now and then if Anne Heche were my wife, just to fuck her on the staircase.
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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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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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
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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