Results tagged “sex”

Gaze! Gaze upon the titillating young bodies above. Are you not outraged at their thousand-mile stares and disregard for shirts?

Good fences make good neighbours; Rosie DiManno, not so much.

Any assignment such as this, where the odds of an exposed nipple are a nigh certainty, immediately triggers prolonged internal strife over whether or not the article is to include, in any derivative or form, the word, “titillate.”

Last night, according to the Star, two men, wearing Halloween masks, strolled into an adult video store on the Queensway (possibly Cinema X Adult Video), pepper-sprayed an employee (female) and a customer (male), left a backpack full of lit fireworks in the store, and, as the fireworks exploded and the store burned, "ran away giggling." This actually happened.

It was dark, there were naked ladies on the screen, and we couldn’t get Avenue Q’s "The Internet is for Porn" out of our head. We were supposed to be covering Good For Her's Feminist Porn Awards, but everything—in our infantile mind, that is—was coming up dirty, singing pseudo-Muppets.

At a maximum security mental hospital named Coalinga in California, according to an article by the BBC, sex offenders—including "some of the state of California's more serious paedophiles and rapists"—are given a test called a "plethysmograph," which features "a device...put around the subject's penis to measure his sexual arousal as he's shown a variety of images." Some of those images, the BBC says, "are pornographic images of consenting adults, while some are deviant such as violent sex or suggestive images of children eating fruit and running around in bathing costumes. Then there are non-suggestive images to establish a baseline of non-arousal." And whatever are those non-suggestive images? They're, uh, "photos of the Canadian city of Toronto." There you have it: Toronto is officially less sexy than children eating fruit. [Hat tip to Mathew Ingram.]

A few weeks ago, Torontoist learned through top fashion blogger Anita Clarke that St. Marc Spa, one of Toronto's gay bathhouses, was on Twitter [language not safe for work]. It seemed odd to see a business used to being relatively hush-hush on such a public forum beyond the queer media. Rolyn Chambers, director of St. Marc Spa, says it’s a conscious effort to bring the bathhouses—or, at least, St. Marc Spa—in step with the times, or, as he puts it, "bring it out of the closet."

For a guy whose self-given nickname has the word "lover" right in it, Pavel the Lover is a pretty piss-poor courter.

As if one wasn't already far too many, there's a new Dimitri the Lover in town.

Just when you really thought you'd seen it all, Keep Six Contemporary curator Rafi Ghanaghounian brings us Explicit Fantastic. The brand new author series (accompanied by a recently opened art show) brings some A-list writers out of the bars and Brigantine Room and into the—wait for it—laundromat. Tonight, Hollywood Coin Lounge (180 Ossington Avenue) will play host to some scribes aiming to unload some dirty words. The idea behind the ongoing series is to bring NSFW literature into functioning laundries, creating an ongoing forum for Toronto talent to share "their most explicit sexual ink" and "pleasuring word efforts" with you. There's no cover, but you are asked to bring a couple of loads of dirty laundry to do while you enjoy the reading. Tonight's event starts at 7 p.m. and offers Greg Kearney, Tamai Kobayashi, Dwayne Morgan, Angela Rawlings, Steve Venright, and Zoe Whittall. Explicit Fantastic the reading is also accompanied by Explicit Fantastic the exhibition, housed at Keep Six Contemporary (938 Bathurst Street). The show, which runs until November 30, also explores sex and sexuality in contemporary culture with works by a variety of practicing contemporary artists, including Bruce La Bruce, Shary Boyle, Thrush Holmes, Kelsey Brookes, Richard Kern, CUM, Dan Witz, TILT, Junko Mizuno, Rikki Kasso, Allyson Mitchell, and Tomori Nagamoto.

Overheard by an anonymous reader outside of Mitzi's Sister this weekend, where two women in their thirties are catching up over brunch.

Photo by cl-s from the Torontoist Flickr Pool.

What's better than sex? Maybe writing about sex. Sex and Our City is a special week-long series that looks for questions and answers about love and sex in our city.

What's better than sex? Maybe writing about sex. Sex and Our City is a special week-long series that looks for questions and answers about love and sex in our city.

What's better than sex? Maybe writing about sex. Sex and Our City is a special week-long series that looks for questions and answers about love and sex in our city.

What's better than sex? Maybe writing about sex. Sex and Our City is a special week-long series that looks for questions and answers about love and sex in our city.

Photo of Amsterdam's Red Light District by Stuck in Customs.

Photo by ariehsinger from the Torontoist Flickr Pool.

Not content to let America have all the schadenfreude fun, Ashley Madison—Toronto-based online dating company intended for people looking to cheat on their spouses, whose slogan is "when monogamy becomes monotony" and who is responsible for TV ads like these—took out a full-page ad in today's New York Post.

Last week’s fire on Queen West didn’t only destroy some of the neighbourhood’s best stores; it also put the dozens of people who lived in apartments above the shops out of a home. Some of these folks didn’t have insurance and lost most of their possessions. Many of the artists who lived in the buildings lost their work, and thus their source of income.

You really have to wonder how performance artist and sexual activist Louise Bak always manages to schedule the very best mix of the Toronto literary scene for her Box Salon series. The successful poet and CIUT "Sex City" host founded the event back in 1998, and a decade later it is still the most entertaining literary night out in Toronto. While many other reading series can be hit or miss, the Box is consistently fresh, fun and, well, not all that “literary”—Bak curates an evening that keeps testing the boundaries of what literature is, regularly including filmmakers, playwrights, fashion designers, and musicians amongst the regular stock of poets and prose writers.

Snappy Answers runs every Saturday afternoon. Send your questions, be they tough or trivial, to snappyanswers@torontoist.com.

Forget Harlequin––the results from NOW's massive love and sex survey are now out.

It’s a strange, perhaps undesirable, thing to admit to, but Torontoist spends a lot of time thinking about R. Kelly. Generally it comes down to one core question that we just can’t answer (nor do we think we ever will): Is R. Kelly a genius or a lunatic? Here is a man who has produced some of the most pitch-perfect songs in the sickeningly syrupy ballad category (including possibly the pinnacle, Michael Jackson’s "You are Not Alone") but recently released Double Up, an album that is either the most astonishingly insightful work of parody, damning the entire current culture of hip-hop and R&B, or the drivelings of a man with the attention span of a dog in an exploding fireworks factory.

The AIDS Committee of Toronto (ACT) holds condom stuffing parties every first and third Wednesday of the month to make packages of condoms, lube, and info on ACT and safer sex. ACT delivers the packages to clubs and venues in the Church and Wellesley area as part of its community outreach program to reduce the risk of transmission of sexually transmitted infections. In 2007, volunteers helped ACT create over 120,000 condom packs.

Torontoist is ending the year by naming our Heroes and Villains of 2007––the people, places, and things that we've either fallen head over heels in love with or developed uncontrollable rage towards over the past twelve months. Get your dose, starting Boxing Day and running into the new year, three times a day––sunrise, noon, and sunset.

Photo by Jeremy Farmer from Flickr.

A UN Envoy is calling Canada a climate hypocrite. Harper, in return, stomped his feet and said he was going to throw a party and only invite the people who didn't call him names. The Queen is upset with Canada because she wasn't invited to Quebec City's 400th birthday bash. The Queen then stuck her tongue out at Harper, and he told her to blame the UN. The OPP spent money meant for the...