Drunk chicks giveth and taketh away. According to a new study, women who binge drink are much more likely to partake in anal sex and sex with multiple partners. That sounds like fun, but there is a catch. The study also showed that binge drinking females were much more likely to carry gonorrhea. Bummer.

The organizers of the study surveyed 671 patients at an STD clinic about their drinking habits and sexual history. The findings not only looked at these habits, but also compared gender differences. Specifically, female binge drinkers, defined as having 5 or more drinks in one sitting, were 3 times more likely than men to have anal sex. Compared to sober women, the binge drinkers were twice as likely to have sex with multiple partners and five times more likely to get gonorrhea.

The disparity between men and women was explained by the researchers in terms of the same amount of alcohol impairing women more, and the higher likelihood of women to contract STDs based on anatomical differences.

So, the next time you find yourself at a wild party, take a look around and pay attention to any girl that has just had her 5th drink or more. She just became much more likely to gang bang, take it up the ass, and give you gonorrhea. A mixed bag for sure, but as they say, knowledge is power.

Guys have been going to extremes to get some tail for as long as humans have existed, and the origin of the term “best man” is a perfect example. A shortage of women in many villages during Gothic times in Germany caused men to seek brides from neighboring towns and villages. Apparently this was not a welcome practice for the towns whose women were stolen.

To combat the violent resistance they would face when stealing a bride, these men needed backup. Success in these struggles required the “best” man with a sword that you knew. The best man’s duties did not end there, however. Once the bride was stolen, her family would often come armed in an attempt to reclaim her. The best man would have to stand guard at the altar to ensure a safe exchange of vows. Going further, his protection was needed the most outside of the marital bedroom to protect the groom from being caught with his pants down.

Overall, it is a pretty different story than carrying the rings and giving a speech. There was so much bride-stealing going on in these areas that weapons were stored in the floorboards of the churches in case of a surprise wedding “objection” from the stolen bride’s family. It is a pretty badass way to get a woman, but when supplies are short, you have to do what you have to do.

Leave it to the Japanese to make a tradition out of creepy sex. The practice of Yobai, or “night crawling” was one which involved a young guy sneaking into the house of a gal he coveted and slipping into her bed undetected while she slept. He would then slide behind her and let her know of his desires. If she agreed, they would do the deed and he would sneak out as quietly as he snuck in. For many men, this was how they had their first sexual experiences.

It was an entrenched part of the culture and often had the blessing of the girl’s parents the beginning of a marriage. The parents would know of the intrusion in advance and look away while it went on for a couple of nights, then would bust the couple in the act, after which point a public romance would begin.

Guys who took it to the extreme would get butt naked before sneaking into the house. It was such a known part of society that in some parts it was illegal to attack a naked intruder because it was clear he was there for Yobai and not to rob the house. Those who wanted to do all they could not to make noise would piss on the doors of the house to prevent them from squeaking.

There is still a fondness for Yobai to this day, though it is not really practiced anymore. It is common for hookers to get requests to pretend to be asleep so their customers can sneak into bed with them and do a mock Yobai scenario. Say what you will about Yobai, but it certainly does cut right to the chase.

In a setback for horny women everywhere, the FDA recently wagged a finger at the drug flibanserin, which was designed to boost a lacking libido in women. Even though the drug was proven to give a woman more “sexually satisfying events,” the regulators said it did not treat a problem that can be diagnosed. While these satisfying events increased, the women’s actual sexual desire did not, so the feds saw this as not treating female sexual desire disorder, an identifiable health problem.

Where is the fun in that interpretation? The FDA dropped the ball on this and blocked a perfectly good sex pill. At the end of the day, it would be a case of ladies still having to get themselves in the mood, but the experience would be much better once it happened.

As for side effects, what was seen in the trials was dizziness, fatigue, and nausea. Sounds like what happens after a few glasses of wines, so not much risk there. It is not close to the four hour boners, heart attacks, and blindness you hear as side effects on Viagra commercials.

This ruling leaves women everywhere at risk of having fewer “sexually satisfying events.” Now it is back to the drawing board on how to increase female libido. What we currently have to work with are testosterone drugs in patch or gel form, which are nice but have not proven to be clear winners. One sure thing is that when the big breakthrough does come about, it should be a celebration to remember.

Everyone’s favorite classified site is expected to hit 3 times its projected revenue this year, in no small part due to its popular sex classifieds. According to the New York Times, the ‘list will see a 22% growth in revenue as more people complain about its sex classifieds sections.

Casual encounters are all well and good, but it seems that sex traffickers and hookers are abusing the system and bringing an unsavory element into the fold. Recently, the FBI busted 14 mobsters from the Gambino family who were selling sex from 15 to 19 year old girls. A new study from Georgia advocacy group A Future Not A Past estimates that a john, or a guy looking to buy sex, is 3 times more likely to go to Craigslist than anywhere else on the web. That is a damn good monopoly.

Backlash against the site’s founders for all the illegal activity that takes place threatens the entire community and the genuine, wholesome, casual encounters ads we all know and love. Attorney generals have tried to stop it, but most legal types agree the site should not be liable. Craigslist even started charities with the money they make from the ads. Sure, there are a few bad apples that get into the mix, but the positives of Craigslist as a whole far outweigh the negatives. Hell, the positives of the sex ads alone outweigh the negatives that sneak in there. Agree?

Start the celebrations. As it turns out, sleeping around is not bad for you mentally. A University of Minnesota study by Dr. Marla Eisenberg looked at the mental wellness of 1300 sexually active adults. Compared to those in monogamous relationships, adults participating in casual sex showed no difference in their psychological health. Keep in mind that this study was done in regards to psychological health only, so common sense still applies when it comes to STDs. Yes, that means you out there, slugger.

Of the 1300 surveyed in the study, 80% were having sex in the context of a relationship, while the other 20% were getting it on casually. This implies that there might not be as much casual sex going on as it sometimes seems there is. However, other studies have shown only 20% saying they had not had casual sex in college. It seems contradictory, but the story told seems to be that everyone hooks up at some point or another but more frequent in the average sex life is relationship sex.

What do you think? Do these percentages seem high or low to you? And do you agree that casual sex does not cause psychological harm, based on your experience? I would be willing to bet there are a bunch of people who say otherwise. Let us know down below.

With all the bad news for New Orleans recently (Hurricane Katrina, Gulf Oil Spill), it was starting to feel like the town was cursed. However, thanks to the Saints winning the Super Bowl and this new survey, there is some good news at last for the Big Easy. Condomania, an online condom store that sells custom sized condoms, used their sales data for these condoms to compile the world’s largest penis size database.

While this is far from a scientific study, they do make a good point in saying that condom buyers are more likely to look for a good fit than to exaggerate as they would in a straightforward penis measuring survey. That might lead to some more accuracy, but there is the issue of repeat customers messing up the data and not knowing exactly who all the customers are.

Nevertheless, New Orleans was the largest city by this measure, while New Hampshire was the largest state. Dallas was the smallest city, and Wyoming was the smallest state. Interestingly, blue states out-sized red states and the overall range was from under 3” to over 10”. The data formed a perfect bell curve, with 25% under 5”, 50% 5-6” and 25% longer than 6”. In light of these findings, do not be surprised to see a rise in the female populations of New Orleans and New Hampshire in the near future.

Somehow I think this is funnier for those of us who do not understand French. It is more fun to let your imagination fill in the blanks as to what kind of story she wants to tell with the sign language. The mind can go anywhere with the wild oral gestures leading straight into some good old fashioned nipple pinching. The girl doing the signing is quite talented and seems passionate about the message she is communicating. Is it wrong to be attracted to her? No? Good.

The world of sexual sign language is counter-intuitive to those of us that have been making immature sex gestures for years. The sign for “intercourse” is not what you would expect as the index finger penetrating a hole made by the other hand. It is actually both hands making a V as you would a peace sign and then facing those to each other parallel to the floor, representing the legs of 2 people on top of one another. And the sign for “vagina” has nothing to do with the game you and your friends play by interlocking fingers. It is simply touching the index fingers and thumbs together to form a diamond shape and holding this downward in front of the waist. That makes sense, but “penis” is holding up 2 fingers to the face and touching the nose. What? I think I’ll stick to my 3rd grade sex signs for now.

Hey everyone — Justin here again reporting back in. Just got into Vegas after a few days in LA. Just like LA, Vegas is a whole lot different when you have a few bucks in your pocket. I was never a big gambler, but I figured I’d give a craps table here at the Palms a shot before I asked for a comp’d room. I was by a buddy of mine who knows about these things to gamble a bit before requesting a room and I’d have a better chance of scoring a rockin’ suite. So I walked up to the table with $2500 — and after just a few exceedingly lucky runs I was up $6500. I decided this was my queue to walk away when I was ahead and focus on my core mission — chasing pussy. First chore was to hopefully score a cool suite, and I headed off to find a casino host to hook me up. I had only taken a few steps when a cute brunette approached me asking me how I was doing.

Now I’m an OK looking guy, and this is Vegas and all — but this seemed just too easy. My suspicions were proven correct when she indicated that she’d make my afternoon really fun for the bargain price of just $1500. Now, I’m not above paying for it — sluts, whores… what’s the difference? Besides, you are actually paying for her to leave quickly afterwards as opposed to for the act itself. That being said, $1500 was quite a hefty sum for only a few hours — even though I viewed it as part of the Palm’s money I just took from them on the craps table. I employed my best negotiating skills, and soon we reached agreement at $900. I asked her to come with me while I got a comp’d suite from a casino host, and she looked at me a bit funny.

I soon realized why when it became apparent the (female) casino host knew full well exactly what my companion was. However, she only gave me one disapproving look while she efficiently hooked me up with a nice suite for the night. My paid conquest we’ll call Jessica (that is actually the name she gave me, but surely fake so i’ll feel free to use it on here) was 21 and from Phoenix. She insisted that she wasn’t a hooker per se — just a girl who comes to Vegas with some friends in search of some easy extra spending money. The official term I was told is “weekend warrior”. Whatever her title, I was eager to fuck her — and it was actually quite nice. Better than either of my first two chicks in LA. Afterwards, I talked her into letting me snap a pic as she finished showering — so long as I didn’t show her face. I told her my fans insisted. Gonna be here for 3 days — surely many more conquests to come during this leg of my trip.

Justin

Hey, Justin here again. Arrived yesterday at my first Justin World Pussy Tour stop of Los Angeles, and trust me — this city is much better once you have money. Staying at the Mondrian and hanging with my buddies Larry and Phil who are more than happy to pick up my leftovers — just kidding guys. Last night we were at Sky Bar, and I don’t think I have ever seen a larger selection of hot chicks in one place. I am falling easily into my new role as young wealthy entreprenuer (even though i’m still fucking clueless as to how I actually made my own money), and girls eat it up. We started out chatting up a nice group of MAW’s (Model/Actress/Whatever), and I became fixated on a hot brunette we’ll call Amy (I won’t be using real names of girls on here — that would be uncouth). Amy was among the legions of aspiring Snooki’s, but she had a bit higher of an IQ. After regaling her with stories of my investing prowess (ha ha), she was more than eager to accompany me down to my suite.

Amy had the honor (or dishonor as the case may be) to be my first conquest within the Pussy Tour — and she performed consummate to this coveted designation as the first fuck on my adventure. She was 22, brunette and built for speed. I’m not positive, but I actually think her tits were real — which is quite a novelty around these parts. In reality, I was quite affectionate with her and felt bad when it came time to blow her off — but it had to be done. I made up some shit about one of my friends back at Sky Bar being about to be deployed to Afghanistan, and I dutifully entered her number into my phone (quickly deleted thereafter). It was only midnight — plenty of time left during night #1 for a second target. I didn’t want to go back up to Sky Bar for fear of running back into Amy, so I texted Phil (Larry had already departed with some skank back to his place in Huntington Beach) and we went off in search of new pastures.

After pulling out of the Mondrian in my rented Ferrari 360 (shout out to the guys at RentInStyle.com), we pulled up at the first red light next to two babes who were immediately attracted to our perceived wealth (in reality Phil doesn’t have a proverbial pot to piss in). Having already had a brunette that evening, I selected the blonde of the two (who was Phil to argue), and I graciously got Phil his own room so he didn’t have to take his chick back to his crappy apartment. We’ll call conquest #2 Cindy — and she is now curled up naked under the 400 count Egyptian cotton sheets in my bed as I sit and have my morning coffee writing this post. I figure I’ll be a nice guy and let her blow me one more time before she gets blown off.

Stay tuned for further adventures — next stop is, of course, Vegas!

Justin