Now will he sit under a medlar tree, and wish his mistress were that kind of fruit as maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Romeo, that she were, O, that she were an open-arse, thou a poperin pear!
The V&A is showing the largest ever collection of underwear to go on display, and has acquired over 60 new individual pieces for it’s permanent collection. Taking us on a lightning tour through the history of the role and function of the undergarment and indeed underwear as outerwear, we are treated to rare pieces such as a maternity breast feeding bra-let and the first pair of male “enhancing” briefs from Marks & Spencer.
Interestingly while over the UK as a whole men are much more likely to murder women, in Cornwall it is the reverse. No-one knew why but our wives laughed in a sisterly way...
What really happens when you come out as a fetishist? Following on from her previous piece about getting into fetishism, Daisy Bata lets us know where the kinks in the kinky road lie.
It’s hard, it’s shiny. It’s poised.
Three glasses of house Gascony into the meal and we had reached the topic of perennial fascination to monogamists: the limits of fidelity. Just how far can you go before a genuine transgression occurs? What is the quantum? A quantum being not, as is the mistaken commonplace, a very large thing, but the smallest measurable one. This is a pursuit whose metaphysics compare with the finesse needed from line calls in tennis. Just what's in and just what's out? It's always entertaining. What are the exact limits of acceptability?
'Mind you' someone observed, 'I don't think you'd forget it if a randy old bloke had tried to shove his dick up your bum'. By this point the women in the group had devoted themselves to the dessert buffet and we chaps were topping up with digestifs at the bar. It's funny how these tribal habits cling on. But it did make it easier to discuss the matter of anal intercourse and its apparent normalisation in public discourse.
It’s a cold, crisp Friday night. Hordes of people swarm the streets of London, wrapped in woollen scarves and thick coats. But in a discreet corner, on a dimly lit road, is a sweaty cocoon of sex, booze and wealth. Behind a set of glass doors, down a sticky dark staircase, I’m standing at a bar in a black lace mask, thigh high black suede boots and nothing else. I’m over dressed.
George Osborne just used the Budget to scrap sex education. Without anyone really noticing, George Osborne appears to have scrapped compulsory sex education in schools.
Even as great lovers of the written word, we have to admit that when it comes to sex, visual aids are a greta help. So we joined Instagram and started sharing some of the beautiful illustrations and covers we've published over the years. Despite Instagram's need to stay squeeky-clean to stay as an app available for download on the Apple Store (the real reason why Instagram gets skittish over nipples) it gushes sex. Here are our favourite sex-obsessed Instagrammers... is it cheeky to include our own account?