—The number of pages of advertisements for various kinds of sexual services in last week’s 95-page issue of Now Magazine. The ads, which have long been a source of revenue for the alt-weekly, are now suddenly of questionable legality because of Bill C-36. In a note published on Sunday, Alice Klein, Now’s editor and CEO, says that the magazine will continue printing adult classifieds. She believes that the new law’s specific wording creates exceptions for magazines that publish only certain kinds of sex ads.
I recently married a man who has a 15-year-old daughter, and I accidentally discovered she’s on the Pill. Her dad would be apoplectic if he knew. She begged me not to tell him and said she’d never forgive me if he found out. What should I do?
—Contraception Interception, Bennington Heights
—Ward 7 councillor Giorgio Mammoliti at a public consultation meeting on Monday night, doubling down on yesterday’s panicky rhetoric about the threat Parkdale sexual predators supposedly pose to youngsters who attend electronic dance music shows at Exhibition Place.
Ahead of this month’s WorldPride celebrations, Toronto Public Health is making good on its promise to release a batch of Toronto-branded condoms. The design, revealed on Twitter earlier today, says what we’ve all been thinking about street names like “Coxwell” and “Cummer.” (A CN Tower joke would have been too easy.) For a product of the city’s bureaucracy, this is surprisingly racy stuff.
The condoms will be available at bars, clubs and shops throughout Church-Wellesley Village starting next week. A map of the locations is here.
—Percentage of respondents to a Department of Justice online survey who answered “no” when asked whether selling sexual services should be a criminal offense in Canada, according to CTV News. Oddly, 56 per cent of respondents thought buying sex should be illegal.
Adult entertainment expert Rudi Czekalla Martínez and the powerful employers he represents plan to integrate brothels into Toronto strip clubs. Here, the skinny on bawdy politics
After the Supreme Court decriminalized brothels last year, the Adult Entertainment Association of Canada hired you to tour strip clubs around southern Ontario and study the feasibility of adding prostitution to the existing services. How, exactly, does one measure feasibility here?
Well, the study isn’t as racy as it sounds. It entails interviewing strippers and talking to bureaucrats and politicians.
What do strippers think of the proposal?
So far, about 60 per cent are opposed. They’re nervous and wondering, “If all I want to do is dance, will clients pass me over in favour of a colleague who, you know, does a lot more?” That said, some strippers think it’s an opportunity to make more money.
Presumably sex already happens in strip clubs from time to time.
The propositioning probably does, sure. A stripper and a client might agree to meet off-premises at a hotel or in his car.
How would an embedded brothel work?
There could be separate entrances—one for the strip club, one for the brothel. The staff could be the same, or entirely different, or a mix.
So a customer gets a private dance and then, if both parties agree, they head next door for a little something extra.
Theoretically, yes. One of the things I’m looking at is what makes sense operationally. The devil is in the details.
My 72-year-old mother recently moved into a retirement home. On our last visit, I noticed her taking a new medication. She wouldn’t say why, but I googled it and found out it’s to treat an STD! My mom is very private so I can’t ask her what’s up. What should I do?
—Assisted Living Misgivings, Mimico
…Unclear, at least at the moment. What is clear is that Wicked, the 10-year-old “hedonistic” club in Little Portugal, is dismantling its exhibitionist cage and moving to a new location. The club closed its doors earlier this year when its West Queen West lease expired, and the owners are on the hunt for a new venue. According to a contact at the club, a few different properties are being scouted, and a final decision will likely be made by mid-February. Read the rest of this entry »
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Extramarital hook-up site Ashley Madison may just be the world’s most prolific catfish (sorry, Ronaiah Tuiasosopo—it was a valiant effort). That’s the accusation being made by former employee Doriana Silva, who says she was instructed to create 1,000 fake female profiles in three weeks for the site’s Brazilian launch. The Toronto resident claims she hurt her wrists typing up all those sexy profiles and is now suing Ashley Madison for a whopping $21 million: $1 million in general damages
and an additional $20 million for “unjust enrichment.” “The purpose of these profiles is to entice paying heterosexual male members to join and spend money on the website,” reads her statement of claim, which is certainly bad news for bad husbands. Still, that’s not to say there aren’t any real women on the site—we know of at least one married lady who’s given it a try. [Canadian Press]
UPDATE: Ashley Madison has issued a statement calling Silva “opportunistic,” and the claim, “frivolous.” The company also observes that Silva’s social media posts suggest her wrist injury isn’t really making her suffer. The kicker: “In fact, in several postings Ms. Silva can be seen clearly enjoying herself on a jet ski—an unlikely activity for someone who has allegedly suffered serious injury.” Touché.
Mesdames, meet Vincent. For a mere $300, the part-time Toronto resident and full-time “Straight Male Escort and Ladies’ Companion” could be all yours—for an hour. Then again, you could just spend that hour reading his ridiculously amazing website. Under headings like Notes to the Ladies, I Lead Two Lives, and Glamour and Allure, Vincent sets out everything you’d want to consider before committing to a sexy interlude with an elderly stranger: job history (former military officer, current adult entertainment entrepreneur); notable physical attributes (“strong arms, inviting lips and a few sexy scars”); and, of course, any sexual limitations or taboos (none). For ladies who need more convincing, the partially blurred-out glamour shots really speak for themselves. [www.vincentwilliam.com]
In my earliest memory, I am four and it’s bath time. I see my brother’s penis and turn to my mother to ask where mine is. She laughs the question off as normal kid stuff. But I am legitimately confused, and in that bathtub, I realize for the first time that my body and my mind are not aligned.
I grew up in a tiny village in Portugal where men were men and women were women, in the traditional sense. If I tried to play farmer with the boys, I was told to play dolls with the girls. My name was Lilia and physically I was female, but every time someone called me a “she” I felt like they were looking through me. I was granted respite a few times each year on village festival days when the streets teemed with families and I was allowed to run freely. Once, wearing my most androgynous clothes, I approached a little girl, and with one look she took me for a boy. We played as boy and girl the entire day; at one point I even stood facing a wall pretending to pee. It was the first time I’d ever experienced “passing,” and it was like every Christmas wish I’d ever made was granted to me in a single instant.
Olivia dates rich older men in exchange for gifts and money. She doesn’t consider it prostitution. In her mind, and in the minds of tens of thousands of other young Toronto women who have struck up similar for-profit relationships, it’s much more than a commercial exchange.
As a teen, Olivia didn’t get along with her mother, and, after dropping out of her Halifax high school, she moved out on her own and went on welfare. She discovered that her looks—bright blue eyes, perfect breasts, prairie-flat stomach—were her ticket to modelling gigs and bit parts in TV shows, but the work was sporadic and paid poorly. Two years ago, she moved to Toronto, looking for more opportunities. Now 25, she’s earning enough to pay her rent but not enough to support the lifestyle she imagined for herself.
Last year, a friend of Olivia’s told her she was seeing a man she’d met on SeekingArrangement.com, a match-making site designed to facilitate the pairing of wealthy older men with attractive young women. Over the past decade, many such websites have launched, helping women negotiate gifts, allowance, tuition, mentorship or simply a night out, in exchange for their companionship and, often, for sex. Olivia’s friend usually got a nice dinner, bottles of champagne and cash. She referred to her date as her sugar daddy and to herself as his sugar baby.
Olivia liked the idea of a rich man helping her with her career, telling her the secrets of how he became so successful, and pushing her life in the same direction. Plus, she wanted to have fun. She put her profile up on SeekingArrangement.com and, later, on WhatsYourPrice.com. The first few men she met weren’t perfect. One wouldn’t hold the door for her. Another was married. Many just wanted to pay for sex, but she eventually met a wealthy, recently divorced doctor in his early 40s who kept a small roster of sugar babies. Read the rest of this entry »
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We were curious about a few things. How often Torontonians are having sex, with whom they’re having it, and how satisfied they are, for starters. Are downtowners getting it more than 905ers? Women more than men? LGBTs more than heteros? Do we cheat? Do we lie? Do we fake it? (Yes, yes, and…YES! YES! YES!) We wanted to know, so we asked. And you told us—1,305 of you, to be precise, across the 416 and 905. Here, an R-rated glimpse into the bedrooms (and kitchens, and bathrooms, and bushes) of your friends and neighbours. Read the rest of this entry »
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If you know where to look, Toronto is a very naughty town. Here, the city’s best places for a sexy night out
Flirty Girl Fitness
462 Wellington St. W., 416-920-1400
At Flirty Girl, a team of preternaturally limber instructors—including former gymnasts and circus acrobats—train neophytes on how to work the pole. A one-hour introductory class ($25) teaches a come-hither choreography routine to a Top 40 hit (expect Beyoncé or Rihanna), featuring at least one pole trick, like a traditional firefighter spin around the pole. Two-hour workshops ($45) are more advanced, offering tutorials in other floor tricks and at least two aerial stunts, such as the sun wheel (launching off the ground and spinning down the pole) or a two-handed spread eagle. Sexiness aside, it’s a terrific workout for the abs and core—so you’ll come away with more than just dollar bills in your G-string.
If you know where to look, Toronto is a very naughty town. Here, the best sex shops in Toronto with the best high-tech toys
The Condom Shack
231 Queen St. W., 416-596-7515
Like its name says, this store specializes in prophylactics—including cola-flavoured, glow-in-the-dark, King Kong–sized and hypoallergenic options—but the selection of sex toys is just as well curated. The Japanese-made Tenga Eggs have an elastic, skin-soft rubber sleeve and look cartoonishly cute, evoking Pokémon characters rather than disembodied body parts. They’re also inconspicuous—there’s nothing telling about the egg-shaped package, so nosy dates rooting around your night table will just think it’s an exotic tchotchke. $13.