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Ok, finally went to Early to Bed this afternoon -- and the store is lovely, by the way, Michelle, remind me to take you there before the pilgrimage to Ikea when you and B. come visit -- to pick up a copy of Karen Salmansohn's The Clitourist.
Anyway, no joy. Searah suggested I try Women & Children First, though, which is why the book title links to their site. They had it in stock, but I decided to wait until the next paycheck comes in before buying it.
In case you were wondering, but were afraid to hit said link, USATODAY.com: 'The Clitourist' charts unfamiliar territory:
In The Clitourist: A Guide to One of the Hottest Spots on Earth (Universe, $15.95), Salmansohn offers a funny, educational exploration of female sexuality by combining Trisha Krauss' colorful illustrations with brief bits of body wisdom.
Like any travel guide, the gift book comes complete with maps (of the female genitalia), tips for recreation and a little history of the area (for example, did you know doctors once used vibrators to treat hysteria?).
Salmansohn, who lives in New York, says inspiration for The Clitourist stemmed from her own curiosity. After doing some research, she realized she didn't know her body nearly as well as she should a trait she shares with many other women and men.
"We tend to know so much about the male system of operations so it's sort of interesting that we're so shy about getting to know ourselves 'down there,'" she says.
The book received a glowing review at Scarlet Letters:
There's a lot of how-to sex books out there lately, and a lot of mainstream focus on female genitals and women's sexuality right now. But I feel confident saying that there isn't anything out there that approaches this topic in the way that Salmansohn, and the magnificently talented illustrator Trisha Krauss, do in The Clitourist. What I find in a lot of the other material I see these days when it comes to sexual anatomy and women's sexuality is one of the following: either an overly clinical and completely dry approach, a salacious, woo-woo, hey-baby-let's-get-in-on sort of dealie, or the endless politicization and issue-laden address of something that shouldn't be so damn heavy all the time. When we're talking about our sexuality, we should not be bored to tears. We should not feel as if we have to be sold with bells and whistles on enjoying and understanding our own genitals. And we certainly should not feel we have to analyze the symbolism of our genitals in conjunction with feminist issues to the point that we can't even jill off anymore without quoting Angela Davis when we orgasm. Someone out there should be able to enlighten and entertain on the topic without those typical pitfalls, and that's exactly what has been managed magnificently in this book.
And there's an all-too-brief excerpt at Women.com, The Oral Approach:
Once you've taken your place upon that pillow pedestal, your partner should take his or her place facing you while on his or her stomach. He or she should then crawl closer and closer to you, like a scuba diver swimming toward a sunken treasure trove -- which of course this little precious zone of yours is.
Finally, your partner should approach your clitoris with an intentionally bad sense of direction. Just as he or she gets close to the intended destination, he or she should promptly get lost again.
More, as they say, in the link. And much more in the book, Heather's review copy of which I started reading at one point, but never finished.
Still, she never complained, so I guess I managed to pick up enou-- ahem, moving on.
Test your cliteracy:
True or false:
- The clitoris is the only organ found on either men or women that exists for pleasure alone, hence many scientists' belief that women's genitals are more highly evolved than men's.
- Vibrators were invented in the 1800s by Dr. Joseph Mortimer Granville as a psychological cureall for women.
Answers: All too true!
And there would be something cruel here about women warbloggers and the obvious need for them to not just get laid, but get laid well, something which probably isn't going to happen during those 30 to 45 seconds with a male warblogger, but I'm really trying to be nicer to people lately.
Some days I try harder than others.
Update: Although I'd prefer you support a/my local independent bookseller, Amazon does allow you to Look Inside the book from their site. Plus, if you buy from them from that link, I get. . . a pittance, frankly. Better if you just kick a PayPal or BitPass donation directly to the "Teach Aaron How to Better Orally Pleasure The Ghettofabulous Jessica" Fund. And hurry, she'll be getting back from Cancun in just a few days, and I'd like to be ready and waiting. Impatienly.
Update II: When I was at Early to Bed ("a retail and web store providing people with high quality sex toys at fair prices in a women-oriented, boy-friendly atmosphere," for those of you not paying attention), I did pick up the current issue of Tuffy:
an independently published zine dedicated to exploring the diversity of life in Chicago through a feminist lens.
Specifically, the sex issue mentioned on their they-should-update-that site. Which features a piece on/by Lickity Split, "Radical Cheerleading for the queer positive, leftist, ass-kickin', feminist, anti-hate generation," another on being Intersexed, a Brief History of Burlesque from The Sissy Butch Brothers and an interview with Edith Edit of Dominatrix Waitrix fame.
(Not sure that's a typo in the link to Scarleteen at the bottom of the page; the link itself is correct, and that spelling is kind'a how it's pronounced, in certain dialects anywa-- sorry, linguisitics geekery.)
So, how was your weekend?