Ever heard that men think about every 7 seconds, or 8,000 times a day! Well that's false. Men actually think about sex 19 times a day and women 10 according to current research/ Sex is something that binds us, penetrates us.... wait what? Anyways, Sex and sex memes, gifs, and everything to do with sex is all you'll find here and much more.
He is over 100 years old, weighs about 175 pounds, is nearly 35 inches long, five feet tall, and the ladies love him. His name is Diego. Diego the Chelonoidis hoodensis Galapagos giant tortoise.
According to Washington Tapia, a tortoise preservation specialist at Galapagos National Park, Diego "has fathered an estimated 800 offspring, almost single-handedly rebuilding the species' population--and saving it from extinction--on their native island, Espanola, the southernmost in the Galapagos Archipelago."
"Around 50 years ago, there were only two males and 12 females of Diego's species alive on Espanola, and they were too spread out to reproduce."
Six years ago, they did a genetic study and discovered that Diego was the father of nearly 40 percent of the offspring released into the wild on Espanola, thereby doing more parenting than any other turtle to repopulate the species.
"He's a very sexually active male reproducer. He's contributed enormously to repopulating the island," said Tapia.
"Rawr, damn straight," replied Diego.
RAWR, those Olympic bodies!
Rio athletes have been allocated 450,000 condoms, and it seems they intend to use them all.
Tinder use has been up, with an increase in matches of 129% in the Olympic Village over the weekend.
But with bodies like these...
...all we can be is jealous.
Read the full AP article here.
That must have been a first for local law enforcement. A man called the police complaining about "loud panting" coming from under the entrance stairs of his house.
Turned out that a pair of hedgehogs had been mating there for about 20 minutes. If the man had not called, the fun would have gone on for hours.
BTW, no arrests were made...
Neil DeGrasse Tyson made a lot of people (and presumably ducks, cats and bedbugs) angry with a much less than true fact about sex and evolution. His claim, that sex doesn't hurt any species had many Twitter users jumping to correct him.
via @RachelFeltman, @SciPhile, @ClaireConnelly, @carlzimmer, @DreadMorgan
And you might be thinking, he's just trying to be positive about human sexuality and say, in his own pseudoscientific way that it's healthy and painless for humans. But... that's actually not true either:
via @DebbyHerbenick, @mikamckinnon
Sure, he's a scientist but cut him some slack, he's not that kind of scientist. He studied astrophysics, how's he supposed to check his facts at all before Tweeting about biology?
Neil deGrasse Tyson is like everyone's second dad who happens to know a lot about science.
But he's still just as embarrassing.
In a video from National Geographic, the scientist explains what it would take to have sex in space. And things get super S&M real fast.
"If you want to sort of get together [and] stay together, you need something to, like, keep you together during all the normal body movements that would characterize having sex in space," Tyson says.
"So yeah, just bring a lot of leather belts to keep things strapped down and you'll be just fine."
Neil gets even more awkward at the end of the video.
Just stop, Science Dad. Just stop.
And on today's episode of "Everything Offends Me," a woman is really upset at the message on her kid's Chipotle cup.
Did the cup encourage the child to club baby seals? Set fire to a school? Join ISIS?
Nope. It just had two words that made the mom feel uncomfortable: reproductive sex.
OK, maybe out of context these words seem odd on a Chipotle cup. But not if you know anything about the artist that designed the cup.
The artist, Anthony Doerr, describes the cup like this:
Tattoo Earth's 4.5-billion-year timeline onto your arm, shoulder to fingertip, and your upper arm will get nothing but geologic mayhem: meteorites, magma, acid rain. Life won't begin until your bicep, and from there to your wrist it's all single-celled, oceangoing stuff. Reproductive sex won't show up until your wristwatch, and creatures that are finally big enough to see—tubes and fronds and weird Precambrian plant-animals—will crisscross the back of your hand.
Trilobites paddle across your palm; ancient forests grow from your knuckles; dinosaurs wind around the joints at the ends of your fingers. Mammals burrow into your cuticles.
Orangutans, arrowheads, Cleopatra, the names of the stars—they all have to fit on the sliver of fingernail at the end of your longest finger.
So the artwork is an arm showing how the world came to be through evolution. And reproductive sex would only show up around the wrist.
For whatever reason, a couple in Norfolk, VA decided to express their physical love in a public parking lot in broad daylight.
Kimberly Jackson, 36, was arrested for being drunk in public. Police found her boyfriend, Earl Palmer, unresponsive and passed out, so they took him to a hospital.
For whatever further reason, they decided to talk about it with the local news channel.
The results are pretty magnificent.
The best part of this whole weird affair is when the reporter asks whether something like this will happen again.
You've got to credit the guy for his honesty.
Sexual consent is something that you should always get from your partner before you bang. But is an app really the best way to go about getting it?
For starters, talk about a moodkiller. "Here, before we go any further, let me have you complete this form on my phone. So hawt."
Second, if someone is "pretty wasted," as one of the app's sobriety options reads, are they going to truthfully report said sobriety while they're drunk, knowing full well that marking "pretty wasted" kills the consent process? If you're drunk and ready, you're drunk and ready, and your phone yapping at you saying that you don't give consent is only liable to piss you off, not stop what you're about to do.
Third, if one party does in fact revoke consent mid-sex, what are you doing to do? Pull out your phone again and change your answer from "I'm Good2Go" to "No, Thanks?"
Fourth, tying into the last point, what is the app actually meant to accomplish from a legal perspective? How is someone going to prove that they revoked consent when they originally put "I'm Good2Go" at the start of the encounter?
"You see, Your Honor, I know I said that I was Good2Go, but then I changed my mind and was Bad2Go like five minutes in!" "Too bad! The app says you were Good2Go and that's it! Case closed!"
Last, but perhaps not least, I can barely type my lock screen password in while I'm drunk. Am I really going to be able choose consent, choose my (truthful) sobriety level, put in my phone number and create a password all as quickly as they claim you can? Unlikely.
All in all, sexual consent isn't just a good idea: it's mandatory. End of story. But bringing in a confusing app complete with phone numbers, passwords, and dubious legal authority might not be the best way to get it.
Plus it just ends up reminding me of this: