Sex addiction

Am I a “sex addict”? Is there such a thing? Is it a meaningful term? One reader delights in calling me a sex addict. What do I have to say about it?

I’m not addicted to sex, but I sure behaved like an addict.

Some days I’m just horny — not in the old, addicted, craving-the-whole-dark-package way, but in the plain old healthy, no-relief-in-sight way.

Not all relapses are created equal. Some cost you an hour and a difficult conversation; others cost you your life.

Some thoughts about sex addiction.

A granular deconstruction of the ritual of visiting massage parlors — from the craving, to the wave of inevitability, to the Blackberry full of taxonomies.

When I wanted something, I had to have it — not out of weakness, but out of confusion.

Bad science, good questions, and the hottest sexual experience I can remember — one I wish I could forget.

A reader has questions about Le Trapeze, sex addiction, and going to a swing club while pregnant. I have answers.

Strip clubs, sex addiction, smugness, and a visit to New York Dolls.