Advice

Judge a book by its cover? First impressions matter?

A woman asks me for sex toy advice. I advise her to ask a person with a vagina. And then, go ahead and give my answer.

A reader asks how I do it. The answer, in part: it’s not nearly as effortless as it looks.

A submissive guy writes to me, marveling at how “easy” it all seems. I set him straight, and then turn to you for help.

A reader asks me to guide her toward sexual self-discovery. I offer something a little different.

A gorgeous woman from Tinder writes me for advice about her vanilla boyfriend. I do my best, conflicted as I am.

I don’t call myself a sex addict, though others seem happy to do it for me. A fellow blogger asks whether her own obsessive thinking about sex makes her one too — and I have some thoughts.

A guy with a rule-violating Tinder profile offers unsolicited advice to women about theirs.

A sexy young bartender asks me for marriage advice. My first instincts are not, shall we say, helpful. But then I get serious.