Oh, I See What You Did There.

Oh, you're just playing your instruments?
It looks WAY dirtier from where I'm sitting.
Carry on.

Channel Orange.

Frank Ocean (who you may know from our video, Violet+Rye or from all the press about his recent post on his tumblr, which discussed how he fell in love with a man*) has his debut record, Channel Orange out today. Lucky for us, he put a link to a full stream on his tumblr.

You should probably just follow his tumblr already, right?

From http://frankocean.tumblr.com

 So anyway, the reason we're gathered here is that I already listened once this morning. And...

IT'S GOOD. It will be on for the rest of our summer. THAT good. REALLY, really GOOD.

Stop letting me blather about it, go see for yourself.

*The reaction to this news coming from a large majority of hip hop fans has been absolutely fucking disgusting and we're horrified. We've got a LONG way to go, people. It's just SEXXXXXXXX!!!

4th, Part 1.

What did you do on the 4th?

V+R.

Let's Go-Go.

This weekend, we were fortunate enough to be in the crowd for the Wasabassco Stagg Party at The Bell House. Although there were many delights that evening (Madame Rosebud made a delectable appearance, as did Marlo Marquise who was literally on fire, and we will never forget Gal Friday and Peekaboo Pointe's bounce-off), one of our unexpected favorite moments was the go-go intermission. Note to all performance spaces ever: a go-go intermission is the best kind of set break we can think of.

Nasty Canasta via Stagg Street

Ten Things.

You should definitely read this piece, 10 Things They Should Have Taught Us In Sex Ed. That is all.

Oh, and while you're at it, sign up for this. TRUST.

New Things.

New things.

Jobs.
Apartments.
Schedules.
Projects.
Etc.

This is basically just an acknowledgement that we've been a bit inconsistent lately. And if not an apology, at least a "yeah, we know..." to all of our lovely readers and friends.

We'll be back, don't you worry.

The Drawer.

After Penelope wrote in with her question about the need for sex toy cleaner, several of you asked to see how we store our INSANE amount of sex toys. Today, we show you.

50 Shades of YECHHHH.

So we realize we haven't talked about 50 Shades of Grey on here. At all.

And we promise we probably won't ever again. For the same reason we don't talk about Twilight or Hunger Games or any other poorly written, young adult skewed boredom. And yes, 50 Shades of Grey is young adult fiction to us, despite the graphic and kinda gross sex writing (the first draft was written with the sadsack vampires from that steampile Twilight in place of the leads, for fuck sake). In our brains, it's in the same field, no matter what anyone will ever say to us. Shit is shit.

A quick aside, stop calling it "my sex"!!! It's your fucking cunt. Your aching pussy. Your quivering quim. Just not your "sex". I just vomited on my keyboard.

Anyway, someone also felt like this book was as silly as we do. And those people are geniuses. Because they hired Gilbert Gottfried.

How did it take us so long to find this???*

Did You Misplace Your Rubber Pussy? China Found It.

Did anyone lose their rubber vagina/anus (sorry, I mean, "rare mushroom"). Maybe it's in China...

Guys, this is the most insane thing I think I've ever seen. And I've seen a LOT of insane shit. I can't stop laughing. Someone call for help.

Via Reddit.