Craigslist

In which I unleash my manic desire for women in service of my physical fitness.

It’s a new year. Here’s hoping it’s a good one.

In which I imagine you doing something profoundly hot for me.

A chance encounter in a coffee shop with someone I once paid to dress, suck, and fuck — back in a chapter of my life that ended long ago.

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

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

The exponential complexity of four-way attraction, and the useful sting of rejection.

A meditation on the near-impossibility of the no-strings blowjob for the average married man.

Navigating the minefield of CraigsList couples, where clarifying your sexual preferences can earn you a lecture on hetero-normativity from a former burlesque dancer.

Need help with time management? Hire an addict. We juggle more logistics before breakfast than most people do all week.