Most alert Nerve readers have probably noticed by now that our new book, The Big Bang: Nerve’s Guide to the New Sexual Universe, has just hit bookstores nationwide. Em & Lo (the authors), Matt Gunther (the photographer), and various members of the Nerve team have been working on this book for a solid year now, and modesty aside, we think it’s the best sex manual ever. That’s why we are flogging it like pious Shiites, employing every crafty strategy we can think of including but not limited to running tantalizing excerpts from the book until you say uncle. Today we are running my introduction to the book, which seems oddly appropriate for the Sixth anniversary issue it reads a bit like a follow up to our original mission statement published six years ago. I like to think that it says something about why, six years later, we feel that we are just getting started.
Rufus Griscom, co-founder and Publisher, nerve.com
Great sexual eras are like happy periods of life: They are only fully appreciated in retrospect. The trick is to appreciate the moment as it occurs (incidentally, this is the trick to everything). So let’s start now: We are in the midst of a great sexual era. It rocks. It’s scrumptious. We could barely find time to write this book.
I don’t mean to discount the depravity of our forefathers the Greeks kept busy; the indigenous Trobriander Polynesians were a frisky lot; the 19th century Parisians got a lot out of mileage out of their absinthe; and those ’20s flapper dresses looked, well, functional. The ’60s and ’70s were pretty randy it’s hard not to envy the two-for-one deal of free love as political protest. And I don’t mean to suggest that the shadow of AIDS and other sexual diseases has passed we still have to dress for inclement weather. But all that said, it’s better now. People know more, they smell sweeter, batteries last longer, and there’s less gender-role baloney, which means there are twice as many people putting their hands on other people’s knees. Oral sex isn’t scandalous any more, it’s just good clean fun, or good dirty fun if you like it better that way. More and more people are doing it up the butt, and why not? But there are still enough taboos in effect to keep us blushing now and then. A little guilt without all that “eternity in hell” overkill is good; it keeps things exotic (see the chapters on fisting and kink if you want to put a little color in your cheeks).
|ABOUT THE AUTHOR:|
| Rufus left his reliable salary and position as an editor and director of new media at Cader Books, a publisher of bestselling humor and entertainment titles, in order to co-found Nerve in 1997 with Genevieve Field.
Before working at Cader, he was managing editor for two years at August House, a publisher of contemporary storytelling and folklore. Earlier still, he was book review editor at The Free Press in Little Rock, Arkansas. His writing has appeared in Publishers Weekly, The Baltimore Sun and The Wall Street Journal, among other places. He graduated from Brown University in 1991.