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Martha Stewart loving
Does the perfect one get off using her glue gun or does she have a sex life? I think we all want to know.
I’m obsessed with Martha Stewart’s sex life.
I think it’s because of four main ingredients. First, she loves the word “perfect,” and anyone who is so into perfection is a tough nut to crack in the sack. It makes me wonder what kind of a man would be able to please her.
Second, she gets really, really excited when she uses her blowtorch or her glue gun, which says to me that lurking beneath that Connecticut blond meringue of a mama is a hint of S/M. But she hates messes, so she would probably not want any bodily fluids spattering on her eggshell-white walls. I could see her in black leather, though.
Third, she acts like a classic fag hag — she has gay men on her show all the time who teach us how to groom our pets and make the perfect flower arrangements without baby’s breath. She coos with them in a way that suggests hidden feather boas in her immaculate closet.
The fourth reason I’m obsessed with Martha’s sex life is that she won’t talk about it. When Larry King asked her about her love life last February during a Valentine’s Day interview she sidestepped him curtly. There are some facts and some hints: She was married to the father of her grown daughter, so she is capable of having sex. She told Conan O’Brien, when he visited her show, that she would have come to his wedding in Seattle if she had been invited because she has a boyfriend there. And there are rumors that she and her now-infamous investment pal, Sam Waksal, were once a romantic item (and since he once dated her daughter, that is highly icky).
You can see that I care too much about this. But I think it stems from the fact that I lie in bed each morning, as I sip coffee, and watch Martha puttering around her house on her show. I’m beginning to relate to her, even though we are opposites in most every way. I have shame drawers that haven’t been neat for decades, and I’m sure that would never happen in her house. I don’t love the color celadon and she can’t live without it. And I will never, ever be able to make an apron. The one thing we have in common is love of food, and I do believe that people who love to eat usually love sex, too. She’s always sticking her fingers into sauces and frostings. She loves eating big bites of things on-screen and exclaiming how delicious it all is. She swoons nicely.
Anyone who loves the sensual things she does must love romantic passion too. I wonder if she thinks about rolling around on her 300-count sheets while she’s ironing them? I wonder if, when she’s whipping her cream by hand, she imagines spreading it on some man’s thighs and licking it off? I wonder if she has ever gone skinny-dipping in her pool with some hot hunk of a gardener she’s hired to trim her hedges — if you know what I mean.
Martha is just a tease. In her magazine she shares her daily activities via a calendar that lists all of her appointments –weddings, prunings, lunches. She knows we’re into voyeurism but she won’t satisfy us. She won’t list her dates, her trysts, her flirtations on the calendar. Instead, she lures us with notes on pressing flowers, juicing lemons, gathering eggs and chopping big pieces of hard wood.
I can’t stand it. I’m begging you, Martha. Write a sex book. Believe me, there are people out there who are yearning for your expertise in not only sugar cookie making but sweet-talking and spooning. You’ve taught us how to make hot chocolate; now teach us how to make hot, hot love. You know you know everything. Share, sweetie, share. And I’ll be your editor — if you promise not to hurt me.
Karen Croft is the editor of Salon Sex. More Karen Croft.
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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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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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
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