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The VideoBox Blog named this blog one of "The 8 Best Porn Blogs on the Web." Is this a porn blog? I guess it doesn't really matter. Does it?

Reverse Cowgirl Overdrive

Back in the days of Reverse Cowgirl 1.0, I used to blog many times a day. Reverse Cowgirl 2.0, which recently reached the 500th post mark, has been more the Dooce of perversion--usually one blog post a day. In any case, I'm going back to some of that posting-like-I'm-on-crack mega-posting. Probably, I'll be posting around ten times a day. Reverse Cowgirl will be like a real sex blog again. Of course, it won't be just one more sex blog. Because that would be lame, wouldn't it? We'll be pornographic coolhunting. Whatever the fuck that means.

Reverse Cowgirl Year in Review

And so ends another year of blogging at the Reverse Cowgirl. Thank you so very much to everyone who read the blog this year. I know who you are and will be sending you a cheese loaf shortly to show my appreciation. What a year it was. My new best fucking friend is Rex Sorgatz at Fimoculous who listed this blog at #20 on his infamous annual "Best Blogs of 2007 That You (Maybe) Aren't Reading " list. As a special gift to Rex, I will be sending him a hooker in a box via UPS; expect that after the New Year, Rex. No, seriously, folks. It was an odd year in blogging for me, I suppose. I laughed. I cried. I posted dirty pictures. I suppose it's like all the rest, now that I think about it. In any case, I feel pretty good about it. There were a great many things going on in my non-blogging life that I felt like I couldn't or couldn't write about on the blog, and I hope there's less of that next year. Nothing says "you suck" like a sex blog that isn't frank. There were times when I got obsessive about Sex in America, Porn, and Fashion. I think my favorite post of the year, and one of the most read, was "Girl Can't Help It," a "review," if you will, of a blog of a girl who just so happens to be a porn star. Generally, there are three things I try and look for to decide if something is appropriate for this blog. It should be related to sex in some way. It should be interesting and new in some way. And it should be beautiful in some way. In F. David Peat's "The Alchemy of Love," the physicist writes: "[W]hen a mathematician becomes stuck and is not clear about what to do next the best advice is to do the most beautiful thing possible." And I think in my own way that's what I try to do a little bit of every day. In Seth Godin's "Money for Nothing (and Your Clicks for Free)," the author writes that blogs should be useful, updated, and unique. Surely, this blog is the latter two. But is it the first? And does it matter? Is Boing Boing "useful"? Or is its value in something more abstract, that feeling of wonderment we get as we make our way through the blogosphere's virtual Wunderkammers? In late 2002, I launched Reverse Cowgirl 1.0, and the world of blogs was a very different place back then, especially when it came to sex. The ruler of all sex blogs was Daze Reader, and the competition among sex blogs wasn't, well, stiff. Now, sex blogs are everywhere, porn is your neighbor, and it takes "2 Girls 1 Cup" to shock the masses. It's a new world. In 2008, I hope to be embarking on a new project that will ask me to reveal more of myself than ever before. (And no, to the guy Google Image searching "naked pictures of the reverse cowgirl," that's not what I mean.) For those of us who work in sex, more often than not the final frontier lies inward. Next year, I hope to reveal more of myself, my real self, here, along with the usual Reverse Cowgirl fare. I'll be taking a vacation from blogging until after the New Year. I'll return to these pastures on January 2. In the meantime, I'll leave you with the wise words of sex writer and blogger Melissa Gira and her thoughts on The Pink Ghetto.

So, in this context, I could say I’m only doing this--this sex thing on the Internet--to get somewhere else in my career, as a stepping stone to some supposedly elevated ground as real writer, a real journalist, a real contributor to society. Sex is a commodity, that’s for sure, but it’s only really socially acceptable to traffic in temporarily. Where once upon a time, the story of sex for women was from virgin to whore, in the story of the business of sex writing, there’s the chance for all us soiled doves to reclaim our purity by renouncing sex, relegating sex to "that crazy thing" we wrote about to get our start, revising not just our resumes but our passions.

What if sex is where you want to go, not just your rent as you get there? (Hey, it’s been my rent, too, Not knocking that for a millisecond.) What if sex is your work, not limited to prostitution or porn or what we think of as sex work, but as your medium? What is so less noble about thinking sex rather than money, rather than politics, religion, or art? Sex being so fully embedded in the human experience, I want to put out there that there really is no way to engage the culture on "what really matters" without looking at sexuality.

Producing sexual media, theorizing and studying sex, and educating about sex are not some marginal activity, or at least, they should be thought of as such no longer. For us working sex, refusing to be ghettoized for our labors and loves doesn’t mean "rising up" from the gutter, but resisting the idea that sex is in some gutter at all.

Reverse Cowgirl Questions

Recently, I've begun posting Reverse Cowgirl polls in the sidebar to the right. I started doing this because I discovered a Take-a-Poll widget on my Blogger template. So, there you have it. The first one was "What the Hell Is Reverse Cowgirl?" Choices included "A sex position," "A blog," "A backwards girl," and "Schrödinger's horse." To be frank, I was a little disappointed "A sex position" won. That may be correct, but "A backwards girl" is my personal favorite, for obvious reasons. A special thank you to all who voted for "Schrödinger's horse." You are my secret special friends. This week's pressing question is "I Read the Reverse Cowgirl Every Day," and then you are supposed to chose the reason why. Your options include "For the sex," "For the porn," "For the highfalutin ideas," and "I don't. I'm lost. Help me." Right now, "For the highfalutin ideas" is in the lead, which makes me feel like my life is worth living again. But "For the sex" and "For the porn" are not far behind, breathing heavily upon the neck of my highfalutin ideas. Apparently, you are a nation conflicted, torn between...sex and porn. Of course, "I don't. I'm lost. Help me." is making a good run in this race. That's for all you people who got here looking for zombie porn. If this doesn't do it for you, maybe this will.

Behind the Scenes at the Reverse Cowgirl

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Here at Reverse Cowgirl Labs, I get to peek behind the curtain that is the American facade and see what's going on inside of the American mind. How? There are no endless rows of bubbling over test tubes, no padded rooms outfitted with electric shock machines, and no gurneys upon which I perform illegal vivisections here. To understand what you people really want I need look no further than this blog's search engine query log. It's like the XXX-rated version of Google Zeitgeist. And what's my conclusion? You people are weird. Take yesterday, for example. The first query of the day that caught my eye was "porn star with tattoo around her anus." As someone who has spent far, far too much time around the American porn industry, I was not particularly impressed by the idea of a porn star with a tattoo "around her anus." After all, if you've chosen a career in which your nether regions garner more on-camera time than your face, why not embellish your asshole? What I wonder is who is searching for the porn star with the tattooed anus? I am willing to bet it is some guy at State Farm in Skokie. The next one that got my attention was a search for "fisting gone wrong porn." Another thing I've learned in my extensive studies is that--for the most part--people's sexual fantasies are really particular. This individual is not interested in porn, he's interested in fisting porn, and he's not interested in just any fisting porn, he's interested in fisting gone wrong porn. Surely, it's only a matter of time before a Porn Valley producer reads this and starts churning out "Fisting Gone Wrong," the AVN Award-winning adult video. The next query of note was "tall girls with midgets male porn site." I am not even sure what to say about this one. Who is the person with the tall girls having sex with midget men porn fetish? Where does this person live? What does this person look like? Most importantly, did his online quest for his sexual holy grail end in happiness--or in heartbreak? Sadly, I do not know the answers to any of these pressing questions. After that, this query came down the pipeline: "Can you be a porn star?" I get asked this question a lot. The answer is always the same. No, you cannot. Following on the heels of that existential question came one of the most popular phrases that brings searchers to these pastures: "Jenna Jameson fucking." Of course, there are many permutations of this phrase: "Jenna Jameson having sex," "Jenna Jameson vagina," "Jenna Jameson porn." One of my all-time favorites was "Jenna Jameson with penis going into vagina." Thank you for clarifying. What always baffles me about this query is wouldn't it have been enough to type in "Jenna Jameson"? It seems like the whole "having sex" part is rather redundant, seeing as "Jenna Jameson" and "porn" are kind of like the same thing. Later, I saw someone had come here while looking for "Gloria Steinem." Whoever you are, I apologize. A few minutes after that, I found what may have been my favorite query of the day: "MONKEY FUCK." Monkey fuck, indeed, my friend! I have no idea what this human was looking for but I appreciate their sexual creativity and the erotic passion that drove them to use all caps. And so, Godspeed, Monkey Fucker, for who knows what today will bring.