Showing posts with label lovers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lovers. Show all posts

How sexy stereotypes measure up

The French, of all people, seem to be having troubles in the bedroom.

According to a recent survey (conducted by the makers of the erection-enhancing drug Levitra, so grain of salt and all that) 76 percent of the French sometimes suffer from lack of sexual response. We may think of the French, with their cafes and all those weeks of vacation, as being less-frazzled than the rest of us, but they aren’t, necessarily — and it’s dinging their reputation as lovers.

But was that reputation ever justified? Do the British deserve their image as cold, if polite, fish in the bedroom? Are Latin lovers really more passionate? And are Americans boringly vanilla lovers?

But it turns out the stereotypes we all know and love, like the “French lover” and "the icy Brit," were mostly created by literature.

The modern idea of an international publishing industry started around the mid-1660s and, as books spread, so did stereotypes, explained Pamela Cheek a professor of languages at the University of New Mexico and author of “Sexual Antipodes: Enlightenment Globalization and the Placing of Sex.”

Books became an important, if often infrequently acknowledged, part of the Enlightenment revolution, the same revolution that inspired America’s founding fathers.

Partly because of such “dirty books,” and partly due to French PR, France got the reputation of being sexually free.

Not to be outdone, the British began publishing their own explicit books like “Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure,” more popularly known as Fanny Hill, in 1748. It did wonders for creating the stereotype of British men as conflicted spanking fetishists.

Likewise, the fact that Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, the writer of the sado-maschochistic novel “Venus in Furs” (and the man who gave his name to masochism) was an Austrian, helped propel the idea that Germanic men liked disciplinary Helgas.

One theory had it that warm climates fostered passionate appetites, while cold climates led to more reserved sexual lives.

Porn sites, adult movies, and sex tourism industries all play up the idea of national, racial, ethnic difference. “We have become very adept at using media to feed our sexual practices and notions of stereotypes,” Cheek said.

The reality, of course, is much more mundane. A survey sponsored by Pfizer (maker of Viagra, naturally) showed that similar percentages of people all over the world thought sex was “important” to leading a fulfilling life.

Similar percentages of “hot blooded” Spanish men and women, and “puritanical” U.S. men and women reported being sexually satisfied. (Mexicans reported the highest percentage of countries surveyed; 78 percent of men and 71 percent of women said they were very satisfied.) In general, people in poorer countries say they are more sexually satisfied than people in richer countries, which probably tells us more about the expectations of consumer cultures than it does bed skills.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/40955746/ns/health-sexual_health/?ocid=twitter

Computer geeks are the best when it comes to sex


It may come to you as a surprise but the survey has revealed that IT professionals make the best lovers. So, if your partner happens to be a computer nerd, your sex life has to be rocking, according to the study.

This study was carried on 2,000 British men & women. The geeks are the most selfless in the sack, the most adventurous & are more likely to use love gadgets. In short, they are the most fun package.

82 % IT workers have claimed that they put their partners’ sexual needs above theirs. How very selfless & sweet! By the way, fitness freaks are found to be the most selfish lovers. When they were asked if they put their partners’ sexual needs above theirs, only 41 % answered yes.

A Dark Walk


Do we walk or stop? Has the time to decide finally arrived? Or is it just another walk in time? A walk that teaches only one thing – that I am here, and YOU are there.

As I walked I fell down once and twisted my ankle. Nobody bothered to hold me up. So I had to gather everything on my own and I moved on limping all the way. Met an ugly monster, who was crying for love.I talked to the monster and made it believe that love is for all – even monsters. I made the monster laugh. And it cried on my shoulders when it felt lonely. One day, it came across a vicious fox and fell in love with it. Then, the monster shunned me. “You’re no longer needed, you limping fool. Get out of my life!” And this is how I was discarded.I guess true friendships are really rare. I learnt and walked further. I realized it was getting darker. I also lost my goodies in the darkness. Some wild bitchy thugs beat me hard and took away my bare hands. I forgot what it felt like to touch and feel. What I was left with was a torn heart and a ripped soul.Eventually I became bitter. The heart was in endless pain and the soul trusted few. However, I actually thought I became wiser. All that must have made me a little better…at least a bit smarter perhaps.I trusted my instincts and closed my eyes. It led me to the darkest road I had ever seen. Yeah, it led me to hell where I met Smokey Smoke. It warned me the lesser the smoke, the better I’ll be. But having said that Smokey Smoke trapped me badly…so badly that I got addicted to its suffocation. I allowed myself to trust Smoke. But, this very smoke destroyed me completely.I had no hands to feel the danger of smoke. The damaged heart gave up and lit itself alight. The torn soul was left and left for what? To learn that it had to get lost after all. ‘Cause that was YOUR BIG PLAN ultimately. ‘Cause that’s how YOU somehow wanted things to be.Frankly speaking, so what if YOU’RE there, and I’m here? ‘Cause YOU just do your thing. ‘ Cause that’s what YOU always do. But sorry I don’t think it really helped much. Please bother no more.

Zaira Rahman