This is a column about worries.
Agreeing to a one-sided open relationship is not the same as agreeing to one-sided polyamory.
Quickies on topping, whipped cream, and chastity cages
A kinky reader worries about accidental death on “storage nights”
Gonorrhea is treatable but a lot worse than the common cold.
And why you shouldn’t give your money to Gertrude
I’ve always thought of this column (and my podcast) as a conversation I’m having with friends about our love and/or sex lives after we’d had a few drinks. (Or, these days, shared an edible.)
I get a lotta unsolicited dick pics in my line of work—not complaining, just saying—and half the dicks I see in any given week have pubes. So, there are plenty of naturally hairy guys out there for you to choose from.
It’s important that you’re feeling aroused—not feeling dread—when your lover is on his way over.
The world is on fire. Let this pig come see you.
Finding community means making kinky friends, not just matching with kinky sex partners.
Sir, this is a Wendy’s. (Full disclosure: This isn’t a Wendy’s. This is a sex-advice column.)
Your kink is not my kink, CC, but your kink is okay, as the saying goes, and your kink is about the consumption of immoderate amounts of semen. But I would advise you, as I have advised many others, to be moderate about how often you’re immoderate.
Think of the potential rewards! Instead of leaving your husband behind when you start fantasizing about men fucking men and women fucking women, you’ll get to take him along!
The last exam I got from my primary care physician didn’t last long enough to feel very accurate and [I] encouraged my urologist to take as much time as he wanted up there. He did not.