Writing

I could use a little help — with both inspiration and orgasms.

Nine months in, and the worlds are merging — which turns out to be a bit of a drag.

Steal my words — I don’t care. Steal Liza’s, though, and we have a problem.

It’s bad enough to be a geeky stalker. It’s so much worse to be a bad one.

People always want to label themselves: swinger, poly, kinkster, slut. I hate labels.

The Oxford comma: secret handshake of the monogamish.

Hot, transgressive erotic fiction, and smart writing about writing about sex.

A raw, first-person account of life in a happy ending massage parlor — the polar opposite of yesterday’s recommendation.

A retired prostitute takes on Nick Kristof, and wins.

Dear Dan: you’re almost always right, except when you tell people to leave — because they’ll just find the same person again.