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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.

The best sex tips have nothing to do with anatomy.

A roll call of my most devoted readers, and a nakedly narcissistic plea to know what keeps them coming back.

Someone’s threatening my friend Hy’s anonymity from behind a cowardly pseudonymous veil of her own, and it’s got me thinking about the ethics of writing about sex you’ve actually had.

A phrase overheard at work, and the places my mind took it.

The monthly roundup of the smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all under one roof.

Sentences overheard (by too many) in a bar.

N. and Hy swap sex-blog recommendations, and I get to be a dick about word choice.