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  • 10/31 2013
  • WORK IS WERK: Letter from the Editor

    This issue has been, well, work. From the moment of its inception, SALACIOUS has been a labor of love, a passion for those of us involved. No one gets paid or turns a profit; we are your trusty pro-bono pornographers, sacrificing sleep, free time, our own money, and sometimes common sense to get hot, thought-provoking, feminist, queer, anti-racist smut into your hands.

    For all those reasons, a project that is this much a volunteer effort means that life sometimes (often!) gets in the way.

    The work you see in WORK has been a slow build over the course of the last year. We like to do things right over here at SALACIOUS HQ, and so rather than force an issue together without all the pieces in place, we went for quality, as we always do.

    It should be noted that this hard-wrought issue of WORK comes with a brand spanking new website and a smaller-size print format. In our quest for world domination, we are being as responsive as possible to YOU, our fantastic supporters, and you wanted a more navigable site and a more portable magazine.

    Now that we’re more firmly established in your minds (and in your hard-ons), we’re making the transition from DIY to indie label, and we hope you’ll agreed these changes work for us. This has been a make-or-break year for us, and we’re pretty sure we made it. But, as with all of our smutty goodness, the rest is really up to you.

    yours in printed porno matter,
    kd diamond
    Editor and Art Director

  • 03/29 2013
  • Salacious Advice: Damn, He Wants that Plastic Wrap on the Casserole, not on Me!

    Salacious Readers: the Work issue is coming.  Meanwhile, have a taste:

    Dear Salacious Advisors,

    My newly-transitioned trans man is headed back into the world after surgery and hormones. He’s understandably stressed. Yet it weirdly seems that everything he needs for me to do to support him reads like some 1950s family TV show. He’s even said that I need to make sure I have no evening commitments past 4 pm, nor any weekend commitments, so that I can ‘focus on the family’ (we have a kid). We’re not christian conservatives, btw. And furthermore, he’s not having sex with me because he’s too stressed out. How do I support him without reproducing every sexist script I’ve spend my entire feminist life resisting?


    Marabel Morgan

    Dear so-called “Marabel Morgan,”

    This is a great letter for the “Work” issue of Salacious because it sounds like you’re experiencing a classic if queer case of all work and no play.  You’ve been with your “newly-transitioned trans man” through surgery, stress, and, no doubt, a lot more that involves work.  For example, if your relationship newly has a him and a her—or a him and a him, a him and a hir; a him, hir, and her, or whatever—the social, political, and erotic effects can be vast.  Heterosexual privilege comes or goes.  So does queer visibility.  Fantasies, bodies, and possibilities may change or match up differently.

    Some of that involves work for sure. But there are also pleasures, satisfaction, excitement, intimacy, and joy galore available for the giving, taking, and sharing.  If you’re just “doing the work”— in the double-shift, support-staff, or therapy-speak senses—that’s a problem.

    But oddly enough, while it’s your problem, it wasn’t the real Marabel Morgan’s problem, which is how we know that you’re not really her. For people not yet into their 4th decade of reading sex advice, Marabel Morgan wrote the 1973 bestseller The Total Woman, the handbook for her Total Woman movement.  It advises women that if a wife treats her husband as the boss that Christianity says he is, and manages her household efficiently, then good things will come her way, from the new refrigerator she’s been craving to romantic gifts to orgasmic sexual satisfaction, which Marabel believed was a key to physical, marital, and spiritual health.

    So here’s where hating Marabel gets the tiniest bit complicated. While her belief that sex belonged only in the hetero marriage bed was bigoted and foul, she insisted on women’s right to sexual pleasure and offered Bible verse to prove that sex isn’t sinful because it “was going strong before sin ever entered the world” (106).

    Besides, some of the sexual suggestions that critics ridiculed and derided her for could be interpreted as refreshingly kink-friendly, like a fondness for costumes that her disciples famously went wild with.  One woman greeted her husband at the door wearing nothing but Saran Wrap and a big red ribbon.  Meanwhile, according to People (April 7, 1975), “[a]n NFL player, whose wife had taken the Total Woman course, decided to reverse the game plan and met her at the door wearing only a hair ribbon, an apron and galoshes.” Fetish-wear, gender play, not bad!

    Marabel also advised wives to recognize and honor the particular masculinities that matter to their particular guy.  Sound familiar? I know of at least one radical queer femme who—while reading The Total Woman for research—shuddered to remember her own hand on a butch bicep or two (or more) when she read the anecdote Marabel recounted that involved the payoff of admiring muscles.  But she needn’t have shuddered.  While Marabel had an array of traditional guy-types in mind, the advice could also be useful in relation to people who do not conform to dominant expectations and who struggle to have their gender identities and expressions respected and valued.

    So can Marabel’s advice be tweaked for you?  Maybe so, if you can happily—and we emphasize happily as in pleasure for you—eroticize some components of the traditional life and relationship he envisions.  If he’s too stressed out for sex, maybe you can entice him back toward your erotic connection by fingering his tie as you offer to help him relax after his hard, hard day at work.  If it does the trick sexually you might find that, as Marabel says, he’ll become receptive to suggestion.  Then suggest that he learn to stop being a sexist jerk.  Marabel can’t really help him do that, but help is not far to seek. Direct him to the internet, the bookstore, and live human interaction where trans men with feminist politics, among others, can help him identify, wrestle with, and resist male privilege with all its appeals and benefits—as, of course, they are amplified or compromised by race, economic status, and other matters.  While you need more than “doing the work” for yourself, he’s definitely got more work to do.


    Sex. Romance. How-to. How not to. Queer Etiquette. Fuck etiquette.

    Anything else you want to throw at us.  Salacious Advisors lust for your questions.  EMAIL US.


  • 02/09 2013
  • Scandalous facts you didn’t know about sex toys

    A cross-post for y’all, from Adam and Eve…!

    Gone are the days when sex toys were a taboo topic predominantly associated with a shady porn industry. Sex toys are set to match smartphone sales in the next ten years, and much of this is due to the increasing salaries and freedom of women in America over the past few generations.

    Let’s Recap
    The majority of women now own and use a sex toy (such as the ones over at Adam and Eve), with vibrators being the most popular choice. Married women are now more than twice as likely to use a vibrator than single women, and 78 percent of women who have used a sex toy said they were also in a relationship.

    The top states for sex toy purchases may also surprise you. Liberal states like California and New York fail to make an appearance in the top ten, while the vastly rural states of Wyoming and Alaska round out the number one and number two states for sex toy purchases respectively. This may not have been the case in 1918, before the advent of interstates and when vibrators made their first appearance in a Sears catalog (in the “Home Appliances” section, naturally).

    Today, sex toys run the gamut from discreet to ultra kinky to completed blinged out– the most expensive vibrator is covered in 117 diamonds and comes with a not-so-discreet $55,000 price tag. Welcome to the 21st century Pleasure Town.

  • 10/13 2012
  • Believe your eyes – SALACIOUS has a brand new website!

    We have been in a time of extreme transition, as a project, as a magazine, as an editorial board, and as artists. While we struggled to respond to your emails and draw smutty pictures, we sent our fantastic and talented friend and designer, Justin Levesque of Shop Geometry, on a mission to redesign and overhaul the SALACIOUS website.

    What does the new website have in store for you, other than a bangin’ new look? Well!

    As a consumer, your shopping cart is way more savvy, actually international, and all in one place. No more PayPal, no more Google Wallet.

    As a contributor, you now have a login and you upload your submission(s) right through the website. No more random emails with form replies or wondering which version of a file you sent.

    Other fantastic features include:

    * top-bar navigation for our social media

    * sexier contributor lists

    * easier access to our amazing cross-promoters

    * a layout we love and adore

    So have a look. Play around. Buy some things and send us submissions for the SCI FI issue. We are ever so excited, and we hope you will be too.


    yours in the smuttiverse,
    kd diamond
    Editor and Art Director

  • 04/09 2012
  • Salacious Advice: My GPS is the Top from Hell

    Dear Salacious Advisors,

    When I read the Salacious Magazine call for participation in your upcoming sci-fi issue, I thought maybe you could help me.  I know this sounds bizarre but I feel like I’m locked into an unhealthy sexual relationship with my GPS. Sometimes I’m totally in love with her.  She takes me where I want to go and I get tingly when she orders me around.  But then suddenly she’s led me somewhere scary—not in a good way—and I can’t make her stop. When things like that happen, I want toss her out, but I know I’d be lost without her.

    What’s wrong with me? Ordinarily, I love to be topped and I think I’m pretty good at it.  I’m also pretty good at getting myself out of bad relationships. But this one, I can’t fix or quit. Salacious Advisors, can you help?

    Troubled Over Petrifying Machine Experience

    Dear TOP ME,

    The root of the problem isn’t with you.  It’s with people in technology design who don’t see why kink wisdom should be considered integral and invaluable to their thinking.  True, the GPS has something like a safe word.  You can “seek alternate route” or turn it off.  But having a safe word without a safe exit strategy is a problem—ask anyone who’s been abandoned at the side of the road after refusing holes or head to the person with the car keys. Plus, GPS technology doesn’t allow for the kind of conversation you’d want to be having with a new partner or partners where you talk about the tastes, limits, and boundaries of everyone involved. But your GPS should and it could make some of that happen.  It already knows what time it is, it could easily know the date, and it knows how to find “attractions.” So you should be able to program the equivalent of “no back roads after dark if possible” or “keep me off Route 2 during hunting season” or “take me by a nice service station every two hours so that I don’t have to dirty these gorgeous heels by trekking into the woods or an alley to pee.”  If GPS designers had thought through the ethics and etiquette of topping, we’d already have those features.

    While we wait for the upgrade—which they should offer for free since they blew it in the first place—you can use your bottoming experience to approximate the prequel you’d like to have with a human top. (And by the way, thanks for nudging readers to remember that bottoming is an active, skilled practice as opposed to something that happens to you while tops do all the work.) Maybe you ordinarily like to experience a mini-version of what might come later; hold me down before you tie me up.  Then try the GPS out on some short trips first.  Maybe you like to try out a top on familiar pleasures before embarking on something new.  Then have her take you somewhere you can find already. See if she follows a route that you like—or if she takes you on an exciting new route you’ve never considered but that you could still navigate your way out of.  If you are satisfied with the prequels, give the GPS a go for longer trips and new places.  When “where are you taking me!?” starts feeling like the thrill of anticipation, give yourself up to her and let her take you to heaven.

    But never totally let your guard down.  Unlike people wrongly mistrusted, misjudged, and mislabeled for being, say, undocumented by the nation-state, your GPS truly is and will remain an “alien,” one whom you need to view with a bit of suspicion.  So if she’s taking you somewhere you’ve never been with her before, use the cautions you’d use with a human stranger: tell a friend what you’re doing and text when you get there.

    Meanwhile, hang in there for our Sci-Fi issue. It’s coming next year.  And while you’ve got a mind to submit, think about submitting to us.  The deadline is September 15th (http://salaciousmagazine.com/call.php), so by then you might have quite the happy travelogue to share.