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A simple request, really.

Sometimes a GIF is so fucking hot you have to break your own rules. Twice.

A Playboy mention, some flattering analytics, and a meditation on what happens when strangers actually stick around.

A conversation that starts with a creep on a train and ends somewhere much more interesting.

The language of monogamy is the language of faith — and of heresy.

I don’t ask for much. But I’m asking for this.

Our monthly roundup of dissolute blogs finds me fascinated and repelled in equal measure by a man’s unapologetic accounts of transactional sex in Amsterdam’s Red Light District.

A farewell to one of my favorite New York sex party series, which has devolved into something I won’t be attending.

A peek at what you all like to read around here — compiled, fittingly, in a coffee shop too loud for actual thinking.

The answer to how a single guy gets into a sex party is simpler than most men want it to be.