In fact, I was irritated by it, more precisely by the song's hetero-needy subtext "And I hope guys get off on me like me liking it too! Grand, if it made some young lesbians and bisexuals feel less isolated, but there was something about Perry's faux-Sapphic lyric that pined for the male gaze for validation. Something that said that this was less about experimentation, rather a whistle-stop brand of sexual tourism — not the really depressing kind, involving furtive middle-aged males taking trips to Thailand, but fake and irksome nonetheless. Now I wonder if Katy may just have been of her time. Women appear to be increasingly open, in terms of taking these kinds of carnal mini-breaks — "just visiting" a sexuality, but not always to the point where they feel truly bisexual or even bicurious. The kind of sexual fluidity that may only flow once or twice but is significant nonetheless, certainly nothing to hide, or be ashamed of.
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Why Straight Men Have Sex With Each Other
This divide stems from a common understanding of human sexuality: The female variety of it is more malleable, more inherently open to experimentation and variety, than the male variety. In doing so, she shows that homosexual contact has been a regular feature of heterosexual life ever since the concepts of homo- and heterosexuality were first created — not just in prisons and frat houses and the military, but in biker gangs and even conservative suburban neighborhoods. And what I argue in the book is that even that research is situated within some long-held beliefs about the fundamental difference between men and women that are not accurate from a feminist perspective. You take readers on sort of a 20 th -century American tour of heterosexual dabbling in homosexual behavior, and there was never a lack of evidence that such dabbling took place. So that was one of the guiding questions through the book: What happens when we pull all of this evidence together?
If you really think you're gay, guys, why not act on it?
Features Relationships. A few days ago, I was reading on a blog somewhere about how most Nigerian ladies have dark armpits and what not. Of course you can imagine the arguments that ensued in the comments section. As I read along, I remembered something weird that happened to me on a date once, and it had to do with my armpit. I swear this is embarrassing as it is, but oh well, I am going somewhere with this.
I was leading a meeting at work a little over a year ago, and as I made a wide gesticulation, I caught a whiff of a ripe, pungent odor that could only have come from a very active, unwashed armpit. Mid-sentence, my thoughts started to race: Did I forget to wash under my arms? Did I forget deodorant? Am I nervous or something? Why does that smell so bad?