I am not a superbowl fan, but I am a Prince fan, and I was not disappointed by the halftime show. I’m not just referring to Prince’s kick ass performance in a downpour–which he turned into an appropriately-lit version of Purple Rain, natch. He looked fabulous in his teal suit and jammed with the marching band! No, I’m talking about his naughtiness. You know, the part where he played his guitar behind a sheet, so all you could see was his silhouette stroking the stategically placed neck of his guitar. The boy simulated masturbation at the superbowl, on national TV!

You have just got to LOVE the gesture. Here we have a stylish man who dances in high heels, who has sung about incest, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex and I don’t know how many other sex acts, simulating masturbation with his guitar in a football arena, the most macho, and exceedingly commercial, venue one could imagine. I don’t know why I kept flashing on a gigantic dude circle jerk, but I did.
I was so surpised, though, given the smackdown Janet Jackson received after flashing a boob two years ago. That, coupled with the fact that Prince is now a Jehovah’s Witness and doesn’t sing any of his truly dirty songs anymore (”Sexy Motherf**er” and “Darling Nikki”).

I chose to view his act this way: as a nod to Janet, as a way to give the finger to censors, who’ve been harrassing him about his music and lyrics for years (Tipper Gore anyone?), and as a chance for Prince to just do his nasty thing in front of the biggest crowd ever. But I fully expected a brouhaha in the press the next day. You know, no one besides a few media critics and late night comedians cared. In fact many people are referring to it as the best halftime show ever!
I did run across this thoughtful article, which posited that because Prince is a man, he got away with it. I don’t buy that. I mean, Janet flashed us her tit! Imagine if Prince has bared his butt at the superbowl the way he did at the Grammys years ago (in a pair of assless chaps), that would’ve stirred things up (it’s gettin’ hot in here). But his gesture was just subtle enough to fly below the radar, both with the in-home viewers and the powers that be. I was sitting with a guy who had two kids, and while we both caught the masturbatory reference, the kids were clueless. Could that be it? Maybe. Or maybe when the music is just THAT GOOD, the theatrics can’t even upstage it. Whatever the reason, my hat’s off to that sexy mofo.

I thought we were long past the days when Vagina was a dirty word. I thought “The Vagina Monologues” had changed all of that. Apparently I was wrong. A theater in Florida which is hosting a production of the play received a complaint from a mother whose child had asked what a vagina was. The mother did not want to have to explain this and requested that the word be removed. Amazingly enough, the theater obliged and even more amazingly, they decided to replace the word vagina with “HooHaa”.

If you haven’t seen “The Vagina Monologues” you wouldn’t know that much of the play is about bringing the topic of women’s genitalia out from the dark closet in which it has lived for so long. The monologues discuss the harmful effects of using euphemisms (coochie, “down there”, hoohaa) instead of the actual words. It is not until we can use the word vagina that we can start talking openly and honestly about what it is, how it works and the incredible things it can do.

College campuses all over the country screen “The Vagina Monologues” around Valentine’s Day. Chances are a college near you is putting on a production. If you haven’t seen it, go, and show your love for vaginas (or hoohaas, if you really can’t bear to say vagina).

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Update: The word Vagina is back! The organizers of the show demanded that it be returned. Vagina power!

Sex toy color. Well, that’s probably not true - they’ve been making sex toys pink for years. But, never before have I coveted so many of them as someone who ordinarily can’t stand the color. So, in time for Valentine’s Day, here are my favorite pink toys at Babeland.

The Cone: This magical toy is my next purchase. With too many speeds to count, it does everything. The best part, you don’t hold it, you ride it. It’s great for people with limited mobility or those who are tired of something small. This toy will vibrate everything. Why settle for less?

Lucky 7: This toy is kindof on the purple-pink cusp but I’m going to let it in because it’s the best small toy I’ve ever seen. It has seven settings with speeds that range from rumble to buzz and it pulses. No chords, water-resistant and on-the-go.

Evil Pink 2: I love Belladonna. She’s my favorite porn star because of her energy and her ability to do basically anything. It’s amazing to watch her. This film has a diverse cast, natural bodies, lots of toys and lots of hot, kinky sex. Belladonna knows how to make pink powerful.

Paris Ducky: How could I leave out the Paris Ducky? This toy is the chicest of chic. How many other vibrators come with their own boa? I mean, really. This rumbling duck will follow you anywhere - bedroom, shower, she does care, she’s just there for you. The Duck is quiet and easy to turn on and, when vibrating, will swim around your bathtub.

Tickled Pink Restraints: I love these cuffs. They’re nice and furry and comfortable and they come with long straps so that you can attach them to anything you want - bed posts, table legs, other people…. They come in sets of two which will get you half way to being able to spread-eagle the hottie of your choice. These make great beginner cuffs for anyone looking to jump in but not wanting to go too deep.