Sex at the movies: Twanna Hines and I review Orgasm Inc.

Even though she didn't believe me that Quad Cinema, one of NYC's independent movie theaters, existed (really), Twanna Hines and I finally made it over to 13th Street to check out Liz Canner's documentary Orgasmic, Inc.. We did a relatively short review below, and you can see Tracy Quan's interesting take on it at MyDaily. You can also follow @Orgasm_Inc on Twitter and like the film on Facebook. Apologies for being so slow to get this posted; let's blame it on technical difficulties.

I definitely encourage you to see it; if anything, it will make you look at the pharmaceutical industry with a bit more skepticism (if you don't already), and the idea of what women "should" be doing when it comes to orgasms is something I will be exploring in a future SexIs Magazine column, both related to this film and in general, because in my personal experience there is a lot of pressure on women (okay, me) to have orgasms in ways that feel unrelated to my personal pleasure, and in fact impede that pleasure by putting so much focus on it, but that's another discussion.

Women don't know how to write about sex says female editor of The Erotic Review

I'm planning to write more about this, but in case you missed Kate "women can't write about sex" Copstick, the new editor of The Erotic Review, check out Tracy Clark-Flory's piece at Broadsheet, where she quoted me, debauchette, Lux Alptraum, Tracy Quan, and Susie Bright, and Jezebel nailed Copstick's ridiculousness and gave a sweet plug to In The Flesh (this Thursday, free cupcakes/sex toys/books!).

And to be fair, here is one of the exact quotes:

I think women, too many of them, whether it's nature or nurture or politics, they're not straightforward about sex.

Remittance Girl had this to say:

It's not that men and women write about sex differently. I've read male erotica writers who are all about context, all about emotion. I've read women writers who are about nothing more than scratching the itch. Every writer brings their own understanding of sex to the table when they write about it. The best ones can suck you into a glimpse of their sexual space and turn you on there.

Dinosaurs like Copstick need to go away. This isn't about gender, and it hasn't been for years. And that the magazine doesn't even has on online edition of its own speaks volumes about the stuck-in-the-seventies mentality resident there.