After blacking out sometime in the late afternoon of the last day of August, I spent the balance of the evening scissoring with my married male friend and stripping at a dive bar while ogling myself in the mirror like Zoolander. The act of scissoring entails two partners facing each other in a horizontal position with their bodies rotated such that they can slide into each other’s genitals without their legs getting in the way. (Amputees obviously can work around the axis more easily.) The mechanics of this erotic maneuver are inherently funny, especially between two participants of the same gender. It’s like trying to force puzzle pieces together that don’t quite fit.
Scissor Cuts
Scissor Cuts
Scissor Cuts
After blacking out sometime in the late afternoon of the last day of August, I spent the balance of the evening scissoring with my married male friend and stripping at a dive bar while ogling myself in the mirror like Zoolander. The act of scissoring entails two partners facing each other in a horizontal position with their bodies rotated such that they can slide into each other’s genitals without their legs getting in the way. (Amputees obviously can work around the axis more easily.) The mechanics of this erotic maneuver are inherently funny, especially between two participants of the same gender. It’s like trying to force puzzle pieces together that don’t quite fit.