We always complain about about bad sex scenes and unrealistic sex in pop culture, but what makes really good sex writing? Best Sex Writing 2013 editor Rachel Kramer Bussel and Smut Peddlercomics publisher Spike talk with us about what they've learned makes great writing about sex.
Also featuring thoughtful cameos from cartoonists Erika Moen and Colleen Coover, plus AJ from feminist sex-toy boutique She Bop, who recall their favorite cinematic sex scenes. It's all way too much fun.
A transcript of the show and more ways to listen to the show are below the cut.
When we meet Davina (Natalia Dyer) in Leah Meyerhoff’s film I Believe in Unicorns, she seems like many teenage girls—a dreamer lost in her own imagination, clad in Converse shoes and slip dresses, and perpetually taking pictures of her feet.
I don't like sex at all, and in fact it brings up some traumatic memories. It's painful for me to be around sexual situations. Even seeing certain phrases or behaviors makes me panic, and this makes my sex-positive friends very angry with me. How can I live my life in peace without having to deal with sexual material all the time?
So, you've got a friend or ALMTJAF (A Little More Than Just A Friend) who goes to reproductive justice rallies, has a copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves on their shelf, and knows all about what kind of lube to use with silicone toys (counterintuitively, not silicone lube). While getting them a sex toy might be a little too forward, there are lots of other gifts to please the sex-positive friend in your life.
Each week on Oh Joy Sex Toy, intrepid artists explore some aspect of sex through comics. This week is a guest strip from R. Stevens and Actual Sex Educator Emily Nagoski who is a super cool lady writing a bunch about the science of sex and all this other stuff about sex.
When I first picked up Nalo Hopkinson's The Chaos last summer, I thought, "Finally! A book with a young woman of color as the protagonist!" Of course, I've since learned that there are other dystopic novels with girls of color, but this hasn't ended my love forThe Chaos even after a second (and third) reading.
The Chaos isn't actually set in a dystopia. It's more of a post-apocalyptic world in which Toronto transforms from its usual racist, misogynist, able-ist normalcy to utter chaos, complete with hoodie-wearing sasquatches, escalators that ask questions about quantum physics, and Baba Yaga and her flying house.