Filing my weekend sex web reading, or, loading up your Firefox tabs so you don’t have to:

San Francisco sex-positive and community development activists are all over the evolving tale of Kink.com’s controversial purchase of the San Francisco Armory. Here’s the deal told from the inside, in features by Stephen Elliot at Salon, and an interview with Kink’s CEO Peter Acworth in the Times, no less.

From Why Chicks Don’t Dig the Singularity we get a teaser of Ray Kurzweil on sex from Joe Quirk, who himself delivers a sort of “Men Are From the Future, Women Are From the Past” sociobiology-is-destiny thing, rearing its isn’t-that-outmoded-already head:

So guy geeks are always talking about how you can connect to more people and form more networks with people you never met. And my research tells me women’s brains are just more interested in face reading and voice reading and reading all the messages you get beneath the words. Guys tend to concentrate more on the abstract ideas behind the words. So email is unfulfilling for most women. They want to get together at lunch with their friends and make eye contact and stand way too close to each other.

(How to get anyone, let alone women, to stand close to you? Tell them how unfulfilled they are by crazy, crazy scifi things like email. Right.)

Of astronauts and assets: from the She’s Such a Geek blog, the convergence of Anna Nicole Smith and Lisa Nowak, not just a sex-mad news week, but an opportunity to see how sexy “successful” women get to be, and how successful “sexy” women are believed to be before they come to some (supposedly, inevitable) fall.

In Atlantic Beach, Florida, “The Vagina Monologues” became, on the theatre marquee at least, “The Hoohah Monologues,” with the theatre offering this barely-there disclaimer for their editorial erasure of the whole point of the production, hello:

“It is not the intention of the Atlantic Theatres to offend anybody by hosting this event and we formally apologize to anyone that was upset when we advertised this on our marquee during the first week of February. We have since made changes to reflect the sensitive nature of this show’s title. If the new title on the marquee is still appalling, please call with suggestions. “

But all’s well that’s re-purposed to make more of a media ruckus well. The Theatre emailed an apology to blogger Ricotta Park, saying that their particular choice of pussy-alternative was intended to throw the whole thing back in the… face… of the haters. Thus making this the only acceptable usage of “hoohah” ever.

Bonus track: ana voog points to Christina Aguilera doing a cover of James Brown’s “It’s a Man’s World”, in a smart brilliant white suit, mic-sliding-to-the-floor paroxysms and all.

Internet, you may now proceed to fill my tabs. Again. More, please, and thank you.