Pornhub’s Scrubhub Might Be The Best Thing To Come Out Of The Pandemic

If you love Pornhub, then you’ll love Scrubhub. It’s full of hot, steamy, XXX rated videos that are certain to fulfill all your wildest dreams and more. And they’re all about handwashing.

Welcome to 2020, where no one goes outside and handwashing is hot. But in all seriousness, you need to check out this new Pornhub collaboration.

Scrubhub is the long lost cousin of Pornhub whose interests include spreading the good of education, raising money for charities, and being funny as fuck.

Pornhub are quickly become the legends of 2020, offering everyone in the world free premium access to their site during the pandemic and in doing so, quite possibly single-handedly curbing the spread of coronavirus. *This claim has not been fact-checked.

They’ve also donated tens of thousands of face masks and dollars to both health workers on the frontline and members of the sex work industry who have been economically impacted by the virus.

Now the company have teamed up with two LA-based creators to bring you the porn-parody site, Scrubhub. Said creators are none other than director/conceptual artist Ani Acopian and five-time Grammy-nominated producer, writer, engineer extraordinaire, Suzy Shinn. The whole thing was pulled together by web developer Scott Buscemi, to resemble the all too familiar and homely design of Pornhub. Pornhub, except with handwashing.

The videos themselves are hilarious and the captions equally so. Uploads so far have been from Pornhub Brand Ambassador Asa Akira, as well as pornstars Angela White and Austin Wolf, and more. Anyone is free to upload their handwashing videos although there is an approval process.

And not only is the whole thing pure genius, it’s serving a worthy cause. The site is aimed at providing education to people around the importance of handwashing during the pandemic, as well as sourcing donations for charities. Move over, Liam Gallagher.

Donations to the site will go directly towards charities including the New York volunteer grocery delivery service for elderly, disabled, and immunocompromised, Invisible Hands, and LA food donation service for hospital clinicians, Frontline Foods. Pornhub will also be making their own donations.

Scrubhub will also be hosting takeovers twice a day at 12 pm PST and 6 pm PST which will feature musicians, comedians, and more.

Speaking in a press release, Corey Price, Vice President of Pornhub described:

“Over the past few weeks, the one thing that has been repeated by literally everyone — politicians, scientists, celebrities and athletes — has been the importance of washing your hands thoroughly with soap and water to protect against this virus.”

“We thought this presented a unique opportunity for Pornhub to bring some joy to something that has become so mundane and repetitive,” he continued. “We love working with talented creatives — in this instance alongside Ani and Suzy — and are proud to debut Scrubhub. Sometimes lighthearted content can be cathartic and help foster a sense of social cohesion.”

To check out Scrubhub, head here.

 

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8 Annoying Social Media Users that Make You Wanna Scream

Social media is the paradise to attention seekers. We’ve read your minds and come up with the things you really wish you could tell them!

We all have friends who are confident, and we also have those friends whose confidence teeters the fine line of narcissistic self-absorption. Our friends’ personality traits are transparent today more than ever, thanks to social media, which is both a good and bad thing. Social media gives them an excuse to be one click away from posting about their latest exploits as if the whole world were interested.

Online, these attention seekers would be posting all about their new diet, their new hairstyle, their latest relationship update and even what some random guy said about them while they were on the bus. They do this so relentlessly, and so mercilessly, that your news feed ends up being bombarded by these unnecessary posts!

What you wish you could say to these attention seekers

We know you’re not mean. But there are certain thoughts that pass through your mind whenever you see one of these narcissists upload their latest selfie. Here are some of the things you just wish you could blurt out to them.

#1 To the friend who makes sure you know they workout. This is the friend who wants you to know they are a “gym rat” and exactly how many calories they burned, and how many they consume… Every. Single. Day. This friend runs marathons, promotes CrossFit and lets us know about every juice cleanse they partake in. Not only do they text you this information, but they also post pictures at the gym with #gymselfie on their Facebook and Instagram accounts.

You really want to tell this friend that you get it, you get they like working out. You want to tell them how you work out too, you just don’t post it everyday because you’re normal. You want to ask them how the heck they are able to take so many pictures while working out, and most of all, you want to remind them that they are not the first person in the world to train for a marathon, not even close.

#2 To the friend who’s always taking seductive selfies. It’s hard to believe people used to commission paintings and self-portraits, especially given our crazy selfie-taking world today. To your 24/7 selfie-posting friend, you wish you could remind them that yes, everyone knows what he or she looks like from all angles, with all types of lighting, with every single mirror.

You want to tell her she comes across desperate when she posts photos of her standing in front of her bedroom mirror, half-naked wearing a black silk slip, with captions like “staying in tonight, nothing to wear, #foreveralone.” You want to tell her she’s single because her selfie-taking ways are more obnoxious than they are attractive, and that the type of guy she actually wants to attract isn’t into her self-absorbed ways. You really want to tell her she isn’t a Victoria’s Secret model, she’s not even a model.

#3 To the friend who’s always complaining. Social media is a great way to communicate. We all use social media for different reasons. Some people post music, movie reviews, the latest news, updates on their lives and so on.

But to your friend who uses social media to simply talk negatively about every single thing, you wish you could just tell them to have a tall glass of shut the hell up. It’s bad enough that awful things are happening around the world. There’s no point in dragging down everyone else or asking for a pity party whenever something trivially bad happens to them.

#4 To the friend who’s always making sure everyone knows they are in love. It’s fine if someone’s so in love with their significant other that their social media account looks like a Valentine’s Day ad. But what gets annoying is when it’s all they ever post about, as if their whole personality were erased when their love life took over. Are they expecting congratulations left and right for finding a significant other?

You just wish you could tell her to get a room to keep her profile from looking like a softcore porn site, with all those kissing pictures and those after sex shots. It starts to look desperate when people post too much lovey-dovey stuff, as if it were an attempt to prove to the world that their relationship is perfect when it isn’t.

#5 To the friend who never fails to remind you of their big boobs. This friend has big boobs. She reminds everyone all the time about her big boobs. You want to tell her to stop posting things like “never forget that with a positive attitude and a great pair of tits you can do anything!” and that she sounds trashy.

You want to tell her the photos with captions like “bored” and “late night pic” actually has nothing to do with either of those things because it’s just a photo with her tits hanging out. You want to remind her that if she’s a friend with any of her family members on social media, her boob comments and photos are even more disturbing. You want to tell her less is more. And that Hooters doesn’t hire girls based on their Facebook pics.

#6 To the friend who’s always talking about the sights they are seeing. Travelling is great and all. But there are just some people out there who have practically memorized their plane’s seat plans for the purpose of bragging about it on social media.

We get it, you think you’re a “jetsetter.” There’s really no need to flood everyone’s feed with clichéd pictures of random views and plane window shots. Stuff it all into a folder and post it as an album!

#7 To the friend who’s still reminding you a year later she got married. This friend is still reliving her wedding day from over a year ago. Trust me, I get it, getting married is a huge deal! It’s something that only happens once in your life… Usually.

You want to tell her she looked beautiful on her wedding day, but you also want to remind her you’ve already told her she’s beautiful over 100 times on the thousands of wedding photos she keeps posting. You want to remind her that she’s not a celebrity, even if she looked like one on her wedding day.

#8 To the friend who doesn’t shut up about being pregnant or having kids. After marriage, your friends start having babies, and thanks to social media, they keep us informed 24/7 about the trimester they are in, what their sonogram looks like, what junior’s baby booties look like, and so on. You want to tell them that no one cares about your baby eating spaghetti-O’s, or how similar you find your baby photos and your baby’s current photos, because DUH! It’s your freaking child. I would hope you share a resemblance!

You want to tell them posting things about poopy diapers make you want to vomit, and questions like “Moms—have any of you tried cloth diapers, and if so, what did you think?” is so silly because there is this really great search engine called “Google,” which allows looking things like this up to be really easy. And you want to tell them to try that instead.

 

Saying these things out loud to your annoying social media friends can result in the loss of your friendship or even an online flame war. Divulge these thoughts at your own risk!

 

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If You’ve Ever Been Curious About Sex Work In Australia, Then This Book’s Got Your Name On It

CONTENT WARNING: This article discusses heavy topics including rape and suicide.

A new book from Aussie sex worker Rita Therese might not be the book you’re expecting, but it’s the one you should probably read. Come: A Memoir isn’t the glamorous tale of rich clients, jetting off overseas, and being paid $1000s to just listen to a man talk (although it includes that, too); it’s dark, brutally honest, and a book you won’t be able to put down.

Rita doesn’t leave anything out. In parts, Come is like a big sister guide to the sex industry, explaining the difference between “t0ppies” and “strippers”, how to control a boozed out Buck’s Party, why having sex on camera is different to fucking a client in a hotel room (which may or may not be haunted), and the unique social rules in a strip club.

In others, it’s a deeply personal account of a woman who has experienced trauma, addiction, violence and death – and come out the other side.

“I wanted to do right by my peers,” Rita told PEDESTRIAN.TV, when asked why it was important not to glamorise or gloss over the sex industry.

“I really wanted the reader to decide how they felt and try to not lead them in a direction. I just wanted it to be relatable for workers – I hope it is! It has made me feel much less alone having other SWs [sex workers] read my book, and say. “I’ve felt that.” I don’t think the book is unbiased but I tried my best to give it balance, and show the spectrum of experience.”

Rita, 25, entered the sex industry at age 18 on a whim, answering an ad for topless waitresses. It wasn’t long before she happy to go a step further and do fully nude waitressing at bookings – for more money, of course.

“It was the snowball effect,” Rita writes in Come. “Academics and anti-sex work feminists like to attribute these kinds of things to sex workers becoming desensitised to the horrors of the industry, but all that’s happening is you’ve realised it just isn’t a big deal to get your coochie out for money.”

From there, Rita worked as an escort (both privately and in brothels), a stripper, and for a time, in porn.

In her professional life she was (is) Gia, the glamorous, heterosexual babe of every man’s fantasy, who doesn’t have a worry in the world and exists to give men the hour of their lives.

In private, she’s Rita, a bisexual woman who’s survived abusive relationships, tackled substance abuse, navigated mental illness and yet still manages to make you laugh with her no-holds-barred sense of humour. Come is about grief as much as it is about sex work; Rita lost two of her older brothers to suicide within eight months of each other. Her pain seeps through every page.

“It wasn’t until I finished my book, and during the process as I shifted through my grief and into myself, I realised how much I had buried,” Rita said.

“It’s an ongoing process, and one I would like to write about. But at that time, last June, I wasn’t there yet. I don’t even think I realised what else was going on after I was done speaking about sex work, what else existed.”

 

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What You Should Ask Instead Of ‘How Many People Have You Slept With?’

It’s a huge bummer that despite rapidly changing social norms, number shame still exists—particularly for women. I’m talking about the question: “What’s your number?”—how many people you’ve had sex with. According to a recent study, horny (heterosexual) people are likely report a lower number when interacting with someone attractive of the opposite sex so as to appear more selective and less promiscuous. Everyone is entitled to partner with someone—or many someones—who shares their values and interests, but a focus on past sexual partners may eclipse a more objectively important conversation that should be had between two people who are planning to become intimate with one another: “When was the last time you were tested, and can I see the results?” Broaching the topic—that is, how to talk about STDs with a new partner—is often easier said than done.

“How many past sexual partners your partner has had is completely irrelevant,” says Laurel Steinberg, PhD, a psychotherapist, certified sexologist, and adjunct assistant professor at Columbia University. You should wish for your partner a past spent doing whatever made them happiest, she says. “What is important is for you to know is what they are currently involved in sexually as well as their health status and what, if any, STIs you could contract by being with them so that you can make an education decision about your own health.”

STD rates have risen to a record high, and yet large numbers of women and men aren’t getting tested—the former due to stigma and the latter potentially due to the fact that heterosexual men aren’t even encouraged to get tested. Requiring this exchange of information prior to becoming intimate with a new partner can encourage testing and help make you—and the rest of the sexually active population—safer. “Remember that you don’t really know the person that well in the beginning of the relationship and when it comes to your health, do whatever you can to minimize as much risk as possible,” says Dr. Steinberg. “If they aren’t willing to show you the report or aren’t willing to obtain a new one, something is fishy.” (Most standard STD panels do not test for the herpes virus, which is often asymptomatic, so condoms are still your safest bet.)

A potential partner’s transparency (or lack thereof) regarding sexual health is more telling information than any (probably inaccurate) self-reported number of past sexual partners. “There is a myth that promiscuity is the way that most people obtain an STI, and there is a lot of judgment heaped on those who have an STI,” says Myisha Battle, certified sex coach with Allbodies. “The truth is that a person can use safer sex practices with only one partner and still contract an STI like herpes or HPV if that one partner has it. We need to stop judging people who have STIs. It’s a common experience and the best way to be as safe as you can with a new partner is to communicate. It’s hard, but it’s worth it.”

Once you’ve gotten this critical exchange out of the way, however, if you’re curious about your partner’s past, author of The Game of Desire and certified sex educator Shan Boodram suggests skipping the inane numbers question in favor of getting more directly to the point. “There are so many better questions to ask [than ‘What’s your number?’], which is really indirect and doesn’t explain where that person is right now,” she says. When trying to determine someone’s value system around sex, instead ask, Do you have lots of casual partners? Do you believe in group play? Do you stay in long-term relationships that are monogamous and thus only have a few [past partners]? In other words, you should be asking the person for more nuanced descriptions of their past, which can help you form a more complete picture of who they are with respect to sex and relationships. “I get where you’re going [with the numbers question],” says Boodram. “But why not just go straight to where you want to go with it?” Ultimately, she says, we should be looking for someone whose attitudes, behaviors, and desires align with our own.

 

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California Dreamin’ – 1982 to 1984 – Jennifer – Stay Sober

I started flirting with this one girl at a bar in Santa Monica. Eventually I got her number. A week or so goes by and I call her. She asks me to be her date at a super bowl party. I’m not really into sports but it sounded fun to me so I thought, why not?

She said the party was at 5:00pm but she wanted to come over around 3:30pm even though it was a ten minute ride there. I totally figured she wanted to hook up first so I totally prepared myself for that. She shows up, I invite her in and I ask, “how long before we have to leave?” she says it already started so we have to leave now. I thought that was weird but I got in my van and drove there with blue balls the whole way.

It was at a restaurant she worked at and it was an employees and dates party. When we get there it pretty much hasn’t started. Big surprise. We talk for about an hour and get to know each other, but it’s painful because she’s so shy. It was open bar but she doesn’t drink so I resisted the temptation.

Eventually her co-workers come and I meet them. She told me one of them was an ex. It didn’t really bother me. They seemed like good guys. A little on the scummy side though. They all looked like shaggy from Scooby-Doo. They’re all about 22 and have a kid or two and have low-income jobs.

Eventually they convince her to drink. One sip becomes a whole drink and one drink becomes three. (Here we go)

She’s really drunk but still being kinda flirty. I didn’t drink anything and played it on the safe side because I was driving. The plan was to leave halfway through and go to a house party. So I drive her and her coworkers there. What a horrible idea. It’s down in Mar Vista. We get there and it’s one of the shittiest places I’ve ever seen. There was a 75-year-old man reading Hustler instead of watching the super bowl. There was kids running around while people were doing various drugs and talking about selling drugs along with pregnant women drinking.

A little uncomfortable but fuck it. We all play a drinking game and then then Jennifer gets up to go to the bathroom down the hall. About three minutes later, two of the co-workers go down the hall to the porch to smoke. About ten minutes goes by and her ex gets up to go see if the bathroom’s open. He comes back and lays this on me:

“Uhh…. Jen is getting fucked by both those guys right now. Don’t go in the bathroom”.

I was absolutely stunned. I had no idea what to do. I sat there and just watched the super bowl. Minutes later she comes out literally pulling her pants up. She completely ignores me and continues playing. Five minutes go by and she goes to smoke weed with another guy. One guy goes to check and comes back to let me know…

“Yeah, sorry man she’s fucking him now too”.

The guys at the table start saying how nice a guy I am, and that it sucks that I’m her date and she’s fucked three guys. Then they start getting weird. They start whispering about me and pointing at me. I wasn’t entirely sure whether I was going to get my ass kicked. Jen comes back and I tell her we’re leaving in five minutes. One guy at the table stops me and says, “Wait! She’s already fucked Tim, Bill, and Mark, I figured me and Mike could have a go and you can have her the rest of the night!”

What the fuck? I left immediately with her. Unfortunately her car’s at my place. She kept saying the whole car ride that she hates it when this happens, and this is why she doesn’t drink.

I took the long way home because I knew she was drunk. She tried to prove she wasn’t by slapping herself and then saying “I’m not drunk, I see the three yellow lines in the road. I know there’s only two but that’s how I know I’m sober.

Right.

I tell her to stay for an hour knowing I could prolong it so she can sober up. She throws a hissy fit that she has to leave now and her parents are probably looking for her. She says she has to drive home immediately. She apologizes and leaves, saying she’ll see me soon.

Jennifer had sex with three guys on our first date and given the opportunity would have probably made it six.

I never spoke to her again.

 

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Phicklephilly Is Now A Dot Com!

Yesterday, I decided that after much research I should upgrade my wordpress account to a premium account.

For nearly four years, I’ve been writing phicklphilly on this platform. It’s been great. I started this blog in the summer of 2016 with a single post and hoped that I could stick with it.

So many times creative people start projects and never finish them. It’s sometimes hard for the creative mind to stay focused. The ideas are good, but the difficult part is bringing the body over with the mind.

My brain wants to be a writer, but the hard part is the actual writing. I think we can all relate to that. It’s like deciding to get in shape. You may say you’re going on a diet and starting a work out regimen, but getting the body to come along with that idea can be the major challenge.

So I paid the fee with some trepidation and navigated through the process. I wanted to monetize my site because I figured after four years I should have enough monthly traffic to get approved for that.

What I quickly realized is that once you upgrade, if you want to really take advantage of all the features of a premium account, you need a domain.

WordPress offered some horrible options. phi-ckl-ephi-lly.com, phicklephillies.com, phicklephilly.me, phicklephilly.tv. Just awful.

I’m like… I’m not using any of these crappy domain names.

But then I remembered something…

Three and a half years ago, when I was six months into writing Phicklephilly, I went on GoDaddy and bought the domain, Phicklephilly.com for $60. It was mine for the next five years. It was cheap because phicklephilly is a made up word. So there was zero competition to acquire the name.

I called GoDaddy last night, and spoke with a nice young man named Casey in Iowa of all places. We chatted and I explained my dilemma. I assumed there wasn’t much threat of coronavirus in Iowa. Who has any reason to go to Iowa? But he told me they were in quarantine too. All of the restaurants and bars are closed. So he’s been refinishing his basement. He has a couple of his buddies over and they put up drywall, shoot pool, play darts and drink beer. Sounds like a fun time.

He went into his system and found my account. (I had to go dig back into emails from 2016 to find my customer number!) He sent a transfer notice over to wordpress and that was it. It was that easy. I couldn’t believe how simple it was.

I got an email from wordpress to say they were accepting the transfer of my own domain. They proceeded to charge me and $18 fee for that. (I think I have to pay that every year, but who cares? That’s cheap!) I’m so glad I thought of doing this years ago.

So, if you look in the browser you’ll notice it now says, phicklephilly.com and no longer says, phicklephilly.wordpress.com anymore. It’s so cool to have the 24/7 support of wordpress, google analytics, more memory for data, photos and videos and of course ad space. Now that I have a solid domain and a blog website I own, I can now monetize the site. No pesky pop up ads, just digital banners around the site. Top and bottom and maybe one in the sidebar.

So with the sales from my books, and hopefully some revenue generated from the blog, I could see some return on my investment from my new premium account.

You shouldn’t see any real change in phicklephilly, which for me is comforting. I’ll just keep cranking out the quality content that I hope people continue to enjoy.

Also when I publish, the posts copy to Linkedin, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Pinterest. So there’s an expansion in my reach.

I’m very happy about being able to take this step. It’s nice to see the site continue to grow. I suppose when the quarantine is over, I’ll order some new business cards!

Thanks to you all for your continued support of my work. It’s a delight to write phicklephilly everyday!

 

 

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