The campaign includes leaflets, flyers, a "fanzine" and workshops for the young in which they receive instruction on self-pleasuring techniques along with advice on contraception and self-respect.

Yes, a masturbation 'zine. A government-printed masturbation 'zine. Again, I really could've used help like this back when I was first discovering my sexuality... Christ, that last year of college was tough.

So, cartoon nudity has gone mainstream. But your favorite cartoon characters have already appeared naked on the web—and been involved in much more hardcore shit than you’d find in any tasteful Playboy spread.

Certain people who were my roommate freshman year are advised to note that a) handjobs presumably fall under the category of "any sex act", and b) "appears to be asleep" presumably falls under the category of "present".

Having sex on your roommate's bed when your roommate is not around, and then accidentally revealing as much to them about during a particularly heated Never Have I Ever game three semesters later, however, is still allowed. The L has also learned that certain members of the Tufts RLO are pushing to amend the regulation, designating the bathroom as a special "self-love free-fire zone", provided that the door is kept shut and, if the bathroom shares a wall with the bedroom, the faucet is kept running.

After undergoing a thorough cleaning, toys are inspected and sorted according to their material. The rubber, silicone, hard plastics, metal, e-waste and motors will be sent to recycling facilities that process the materials for reuse. Did you leave the batteries in? Don’t worry, we dispose of them responsibly.

Click here for more information and the Sex Toy Recycling Program's mailing address.

(via Consumerist)

Today, the New York Times published an article on the ongoing debate regarding the posting of the ten original Rorschach inkblots and their most common answers on Wikipedia. Apparently a bunch of psychiatrists still depend on these images and say posting them is like creating a cheat sheet for patients; on the other hand, the images, published about 90 years ago, are no longer copyrighted and the free-information nerds over at Wikipedia think its ludicrous that they be taken down. But that's all boring logistical stuff. So, as an eager intern, desperate to get a byline wherever I can, I've decided to take a look at the ten Rorschach inkblots and see if I can muster up any suppressed childhood traumas and/or have a psychological breakdown in front of everyone else in the office. Enjoy!

It had to happen eventually. The penny in the fountain feeling of posting a missed connection to Craigslist might have given people the nice illusion of proactivity (and has made for great reading), but it just hasn't been getting results. The best way to track down that person you want to make sex with? Put up a poster of Christian Slater around the neighborhood, with the following text:

"You were my fireworks on the 4th of July and you changed the way I will hear church bells forever! If this finds you please find me since I am a total moron and didn’t give you my number or get yours and I would love to see you again."

Real-world, non-virtual creativity at work! (And no, A.C. Slater will not work.)

A reader and dear friend of The L Magazine just sent us this email, along with the image over there to the right.

I was just trying to comment on your goofy blog post about those headphones and had to sign up for an L commenting account— and LOOK AT THE WORD YOUR PERVERTED SYSTEM WAS TRYING TO MAKE ME TYPE.

CAN I *PLEASE* SEND THIS TO failblog.org!??!?!?!

I would say we're not proud of this, but really we are.