You're Our Valentines.

In yesterday's post, Violet made it quite clear how we feel about Valentine's Day. It's a day made for fucking, not crap chocolates and overpriced (and overhyped) roses. 

Our Valentine's evening will probably just look like this.

So in that spirit, we wanted to turn to you, this collective group of Valentines, our dear readers, and find out a little more about what makes you tick sexually. You hear plenty about what V and I think about all things sexual, so it's time to get a little back. This isn't posturing, we actually really want to know. So chime in on the comments and tell us about these three things:

1. What's your favorite sexual position?

2. What's the strangest thing you've masturbated with?

3. What's your fondest sexual memory?

Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day, whether it's just another day, a special holiday that you're all googly eyed about or a "fuck you for even mentioning it" kind of day.

Now fire away, perverts, we're dying to know!

Happy V-Day. And We Do Mean V.

Do you remember yesterday's post? The one about Valentine's Day and Violet's thoughts on the whole damn thing? Of course you do!

So then you probably also remember the photo that Violet started the whole thing with. The one she swooned over? Right? With me?

Good.

Let's just say that I had a few minutes on my hands and a decent photo library of our smut to dig through. And when that happens, THIS happens:

Happy Valentine's Day and all that shit!

Love,

Violet+Rye.

The (Fucking) Reason for the (Fucking) Season.

Alright, darlings. Everyone is going to make a big deal about tomorrow, so let's just get all Real Talk about it for a second.

I will use this photo at every opportunity. I fucking love it. If anyone knows where it originally came from, I would love to know.

I am not one of those anti-Valentine's Day, anti-greeting-card, anti-fabricated romance jerks. I love Valentine's Day. I love greeting cards (especially when Rye's the one writing them). I even love myself a little on-the-nose romance. I mean, Rye brought home a bottle of champagne the other day for no reason and I almost passed out. I just think that when it comes to Valentine's Day, people keep telling you how to do it wrong. So let's talk about what we think the right way is.

Happy Valentine's Day, Filthy Fuckers!

While Violet and I enjoy any holiday that's centrally focused on getting your fuck on, Valentine's Day is really and truly a Hallmark holiday at its finest. Sure, we all love cards. And flowers. And candy. But dinner reservations at overpriced and overbooked temples of romantic mediocrity are just kind of pathetic.

Which is why you should spend this romantic holiday giving each other the gifts of your bodies. Totally and unlimited. I know that's what we'll be getting each other.

Still thinking about a fancy fish dinner? Take these photos as inspiration and chuck that idea out the window.