Swing Low Sweet Sadomasochistics
On Reddit today, an angry letter was posted as a .jpeg regarding “Taste,” a “Swingers/Sex Club Illegally Operating at 45 East 34th Street #3.” The anonymous Samaritan who hung up the sign encouraged others to call 311 in an effort to shut down the “BDSM (bondage/discipline/sadism/masochism) events” that have been going on after dark, every other night of the week.
“During the day,” the letter reads, “various other businesses are run out of Suite 3, including “Basha Gallery,” “Bienvenue Ballroom Dance Center” and something called the “Dragonfly Body Workshop.” (We tried to contact all three “day businesses” at the location, as well as the people behind Taste, but have yet to hear a response.)
We don’t like to assume here at The Observer (it makes an ass out of you and your gimp slave), but it seems awfully naive of the note-writer … sounds like Taste is running a sex operation during the day as well.
But look at how legitimate Taste is! For a sex/swingers club, but still. They’ve got a pretty classy website going on.
Sex with Stars
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Update: This article misidentified the author from Vice.com as Daniel Stuckey. It was Kelly Bourdet.
No, unfortunately it wasn’t us. But The Canyon star and pornography icon James Deen has slept with at least one of his interviewers, according to a new Vice.com article.
In “Future Sex: An Interview with James Deen, America’s Porn Sweetheart,” Daniel Stuckey Kelly Bourdet asked the dreamy Mr. Deen:
Okay, I have one more question for you. Have you ever had sex with someone who interviewed you?
Deen: Yeah, actually I have.
Now comes the fun part where we try to find out who that person is!
“Sometimes my friends and I stop each other mid-sentence and say, ‘Oh my god, you guys. We go to Harvard. This is so weird,’” Maria, a junior, said recently over Skype chat.
Harvard had been Maria’s dream school for years. (She requested a pseudonym, but not because she’s not proud of her alma mater.) A Read More
Some people are willing to do anything to get on television: admit they are drug addicts, hoarders or horrible mothers/wives/girlfriends who drink almost as much Chardonnay as they throw in their co-stars’ faces. And you know what? God bless them. If not for Go-Go juice and the future of diabetes paraded around for America to laugh and love and inwardly hate themselves for allowing this spectacle to go on, how else would we get our entertainment?
But you have to wonder where the line is for some of these desperate reality show types, who, after all, can only hope to become famous for being not-famous (i.e. for playing “themselves,” not-famous people, on television, where they will become famous and have to keep up the façade that they are still leading a normal life even if they were on Jimmy Kimmel the night before, since otherwise the whole illusion would be shattered and they would have to go back to being actually not famous, as opposed to constructed “reality” of non-famousness).
Which is all a long way of saying: how desperate do you have to be to go on a casting call whose main requirement is being too tired and/or busy to have sex?
Backpage.com may be gone, but sex ads are here to stay at the alt weeklies formerly owned by Village Voice Media. Over the weekend, Village Voice Media announced it had reshuffled and separated its 13 newspapers from Backpage.com, the classifieds website with the controversial “adult” advertising section. Backpage may not be part of the newly-formed newspaper company, Voice Media Group, but that doesn’t mean its doing away with the highly profitable print sex ads.
“Voice Media Group will continue to support the current adult classifieds in Village Voice,” a spokesperson for Voice Media Group told the Observer this afternoon.
Even as Madonna brings her world tour to Yankee Stadium for shows on September 6 and 8, longtime fans will have a sneaking suspicion that she’s already sung her swan song.
We get it, people are bored with Europe. Oh, that crazy character from the Greek Syriza party who labeled himself “anti-bailout” was good copy, and making fun of Europeans’ August-long vacations is always fun. But the daily grind from rising sovereign borrowing costs to rescue negotiations and central bank intervention—how long can a Read More
Despite great sales thanks to Fifty Shades of Grey, Trojan hit a bump yesterday in New York City when police raided its Flatiron hot-dog-vendor-like carts that were handing out free vibrators. Apparently it didn’t have the right NYC permits for handing out vibrators rather than wieners.
But not to fear, citizens of Manhattan! You still have time to pick up your free sex products from a totally sanitary cart this evening!
Sex never ceases to inspire. The controversial 1897 play Reichen, by the equally maligned and admired Austrian writer Arthur Schnitzler, is a tango of seduction and interconnected sexual encounters between five sets of lovers in the sack, each one of whom has sex twice. It has been adapted many times—most famously in Max Ophuls’s 1950 French film La Ronde, most recently as the Lincoln Center musical Hello, Again in 1994. An updated rewrite by David Hare called The Blue Room opened on Broadway in 1998 with Nicole Kidman in a highly publicized nude scene that had ticket buyers standing in line for hours to secure seats with unrestricted views. Well, brace yourself. It’s back again, this time as 30 Beats—a low-budget independent film by first-time writer-director Alexis Lloyd that is about as sexy as a stale noodle kugel.
The Mysteries of Brooklyn
While its unforgiving Sultan mattresses do not stir wild desire in most people, apparently Brooklyn teenagers find the metal chaise lounges outside Ikea to be an ideal setting for sexual encounters, DNAinfo reports.
Hey, they’re probably more comfortable than those dreadful particle board beds the store sells!