Sex Words That Start With Y

Editor Ellen Sussguy moves from Bad Girls to Dirty Words via her new encyclopedia. Elizabeth Fenwick hide caption


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Editor Ellen Sussguy moves from Bad Girls to Dirty Words with her new encyclopedia.

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Elizabeth Fenwick
Dirty Words: A Literary Encyclopedia of SexEdited by Ellen SussmanHardcover, 291 pagesBloomsbury USAList Price: $19.99

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The exceptionally finest entries in this tightly packed A-to-Z of highbrow ribaldry study the kind of vulgarities that absolutely, positively do not belong on sibbap.org"s Internet website. But that does not expect they"re not worthy of, er, rigorous intellectual research.

Dirty Words: A Literary Encyclopedia of Sex is a lewd yet undeniably stimulating arsenal of esstates, stories and also poems from such pedigreed writers as Jonathan Ames and Martha McPhee. Each enattempt probes a different indecent delight — from Affair to Virginity, via stops at eincredibly C-, F- and also T-word in between.

It"s not all bleep-worthy. In simply a few thoughtful peras, Philip Lopate explores the mysteries of duration, T Cooper gives a list of what transgender does and does not mean, while Michelle Richmond does the math — it"s algebra — on the Lucky Pierre (I didn"t know what it was, either). One of the strongest entries is Jonathan Wilson"s essay on the Amerideserve to prejudice versus a classical term for female parts — a vulgarism our British brothers and also sisters apparently dispense openly in the elevator.


Although it is virtually difficult to digest this compendium without feeling for days as if whatever you say is a twin entendre, PG-rated riffs on words such as commitment, kissing and negative taste bind the repertoire with a promising moral: Some words might be vulgar, however none are truly dirty. Reading Dirty Words cover to cover isn"t so a lot an expedition of sexual tastes and borders as it is a celebration of our splendid creativity and capacity for tolerance. Refer to it for the points you don"t recognize (cicibeo) and for the points you think you understand (tantric), then save it on the optimal shelf. One day it"ll come in handy for a talk on the birds, the bees ... and also bestiality.


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Dirty Words: A Literary Encyclopedia of SexEdited by Ellen SussmanHardcover, 304 pagesList Price: $19.99
Language Advisory: This excerpt includes language some readers might find offensive

"KISSING" by Victoria Redel

Definition: to touch or caress with the lips as an expression of affection, greeting, respect, or amorousness. aka: sucking challenge, swapping spit, initially base, tonsil hockey, make out. "A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to soptimal speech when words end up being superfluous."—Ingrid Bergmale The first surpclimb of your mouth and also mine, the immediate means we start to sheight together a language we have actually never before spoken together, a little tentative, little guarantees, a fluency, accented, dialected, each vowel and also consonant precisely developed, sudden indigenous speakers, pun and also slang, the slip of tongue, intentional.

On roads, on staircases, in bathrooms, in the ago of cabs, in a field, versus that wall and also that wall and that wall, down on the floor, my hair captured in it, the tongue, lightest tongue, difficult and also pressed and also reaching tongue, darted, flicked, down-yourthroat tongue, come up barely for air, in hotel beds, in a obtained bed, and in the exact same bed night after night after year after night, through an open up home window, under pines, underwater, on a raft, in rain, salty with ocean, a peck at the door, a have actually a great day, or aget slow-moving, slow, the melt, the play of lips, a reduced lip captured flicked via teeth, pulling ago just a small to breathe together.

Into under with for beneath above inside amethod toward, our mouths, prepositional.

Eyes open, eyes closed, your challenge in deliver. Your face so close to mine.

The totality world ignited. Combustible.

At the sink, doing dishes and also suddenly your mouth on my neck and you are turning me roughly to confront you, biting and licking, lifting me up, saying, "Give me your mouth," and I am giving you my mouth.

Coming up out of it, stunned, discombobulated, favor moving out from a dream.

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Like there is an additional room inside and also then there is one more room inside.

Strawberries, sourness of coffee, a slight fizzy sweetness or the clean grass taste as only you taste.

Mornings, simply wakened, the tongue still sluggish and thick and also dreaming, turning away from a kiss.

Kissing prefer something windy, prefer excellent weather. Kissing in winter, our mouths the warmest place in the city. Kissing in rain, in sudden drenching rain and we are gladly wet.

Kissing favor nobody"s company.

Or trying not to, trying to hold ago, restraint, restraint and also then surrender.

Tongue and also tongue and lip and tongue and, unexpectedly I am all twitch and pull and ache inside.

Snuck, stolen, last, initially, unbidden, forbidden, sloppy, delicious,

French, farewell, slippery, criminal kisses.

Sacred kissing, a private syntaxes.

"Was that legal?" I ask when we come up out of it. Could I have actually well-known as soon as Charlie R. took me up the Harwood structure stairwell for my first, quick, dry, twelve-year-old kiss that I"d become a woguy who loves kissing, a woman who"d drive across state lines for the minute just prior to the kiss starts.

"What I really miss out on is the make out. That"s what I"d go for if I might have actually a night on the lam," the married womale said, looking at a pair that have actually rolled appropriate off their picnic blanket. One of us can say, "Only kissing," and also then it"s the first night everywhere again and also we are making out and also making out and also making out, we are the tumble and also press and wrestle, all pressure and rub, everything focused in our lips and also tongues, every one of it, eexceptionally mystical, dirty, delicious point that two world have the right to manage.

"Kiss me good-bye," you say, and on a street through strangers in floppy hats and also winter coats, we slip into one another to say to one an additional through tongue and also lips the last apologies and promises. In the bank line or sitting at a dinner table with friends, I touch my mouth, chapped, puffy, maybe a small raw, a souvenir of our intimacy.

I am drifting or you are drifting and one pressed versus the various other whispers, "Good night," and there"s the last kiss, the day"s punctuation.

"BASES" by Peter Markus

Definition: the game of baseround is regularly used as a metaphor for physical intimacy, especially to explain the level of intimacy accomplished in intimate encounters or relationships. Other components of the baseball metaphor encompass "striking out" (sexual frustration), "pitcher" (for the penetrating partner) and also "catcher" (for the receiving partner) in male homosexual intercourse, and even more obscure allusions such as a "catcher"s mitt" for a contraceptive sponge. —Alvin L. Hall and also Thomas L. Altherr, "Eros at the Bat: Amerideserve to Baseball and also Sexuality in Historical Conmessage," The Cooperstown Symposium on Baseball and American Culture, 1998 (McFarland & Company, 2002), 157–82.

When I was a boy, I lived and also ate and also breathed baseball. Baseround from morning to night. Especially in the summer. So it was confutilizing, to say the least, as soon as one summer the boys in my town began talking around getting to first base, then second base, and also rounding third base, only to find out that they weren"t actually talking around basesphere. I myself had actually gained to second base, a fumbling kind of a check-swing bunt, via a girl named Lori Hetzel, who was my frifinish Richie"s little bit sister. We were in a area of scrub brush on the edge of the golf course wright here we offered to go swimming for golf balls that had actually been shanked into the thirteenth-hole water hazard once she and I dropped and also fumbled right into and also onto each other and also my hand also, somehow—bless its bony heart—uncovered its means up to Lori"s second base. That was the very same summer that I began to fantadimension about getting to 3rd base via various other girls, such as Kristy McNichol of Family fame, or the girl who played Joanie on Happy Days, or Brooke Shields, that, the next summer—the summer we were both thirteen—whispered right into the ears of Amerihave the right to boys prefer me that nopoint came between her and also her Calvin"s. That summer, at night, I was what came in between me and blue jeans. And once I began coming choose this, let me tell you, I can not stop. Eventually I doubled my means right into second base in the basement of Shelly Longfellow"s home at some point when her mother was ameans at work. The finish of that summer I tripled and uncovered myself sliding headinitially, Charlie Hustle style, into 3rd. It took me quite a few summers before I knocked one out of the park, though I preserved swinging and retained on striking out. I need to admit that as soon as I did finally hit a house run, it wasn"t quite as glorious as I imagined it can be. When the round increased over the fence, is what I am saying, it simply as quickly disappeared. And I was left to trot around the bases, mindful to touch each corner without tripping myself up. When I finally got to home, I walked back right into the dugout, wanting to feel more heroic than I did. The fact is, I ended up sitting by myself, ago in the shadows of the dugout, wbelow my eyes seemed to only want to stay staring down. I didn"t know what to execute via my hands. So I picked up a bat—they were all hardwood earlier then—held it tightly in my grip, and also knocked the dirt out of my rubber cleats.