Well, hello there. I just caught you staring, didn’t I? Staring at my blog, wondering when a new post might arrive. Well, looky here! A brand spankin’ new post, just for you! Your wish = ...
Hi guys, I know I’m supposed to be on bloggy vacation and all (and I am, really), but I recently had an experience that rocked my world so violently I just had to blog about it. I have been a bit dow...
I love vacations. Vacations are therapeutic for the soul; they help you re-energize, re-charge and re-lots of other good stuff. Do I sound like an article from Self magazine yet? The reason I bring t...
Every now and then, I receive a request from a reader, asking me to blog about a certain topic. And every now and then, I oblige. I’m sort of like a wedding deejay, but without the vest. Today is one...
I’ve written before about how starkly I admonish listening to sad songs after a breakup. You know they will just make you sob with more gusto than Jennifer Lopez pretending to be sympathetic on Ameri...
When I was in college, I was oddly acquainted with several individuals who would get drunk, pass out, and then urinate in strange places. Yes, in that order. Prior to my years as an undergrad, I had ...
What can I say about condoms? I’m going to be frank here and say the thing you’re not supposed to say out loud in a public forum because it’s not, well, responsible. But everybody knows the truth. Pe...
“Never underestimate the power of denial” is a) an oft-quoted line from the movie American Beauty and b) some sort of man code passed down from father to son in an as of yet unpublished guidebook ent...
Hi-ho, readers! Many of you have been yelling at me lately, telling me I need to post more. (This is a good kind of yelling, I don’t mind.) And you’re right. I do. And this week, I have a...
Hey kids! I have an extra special treat for you this week: a guest post by a fellow Angeleno, the lovely Liz from We Love Dates! Woooooooooo! Alright, alright, simmer down. Liz has got one doozy of a...
Happy motherfucking 2012! Whew, there’s nothing like a gratuitous F-bomb to kick off my first blog post of the year. I recently stumbled across a blog that dedicated an entire page to explaining why ...
It is better to give than to receive. Except, of course, if we’re talking about oral sex. Oh, and in one other situation: When it’s Christmas and you’re in an undefined relationship. Two years ago at...
This holiday season, my gay bf had his heart set on vacationing at a clothing-optional gay resort in Palm Springs, a.k.a. Gay Mecca. Because like most red-blooded Americans, he wanted to wake up on C...
All my life, I thought I wanted kids. I just knew I’d be the coolest mom ever – the one my daughter’s friends would want to hang out with and my son’s friends would want to pork. I’ve always consider...
Hey there friends, Romans and countrymen. Apologies for not posting for a spell. I’ve been out of town and taking care of business, so I thought I’d throw my ladies and gays a little eye ...
Note: I originally posted this last year on November 1, but because it is hoochie season once again and people seemed to enjoy it, I am re-posting for your ghoulish pleasure. Happy Hoochie Halloween!...
Last week I wrote about how women should not be shamed or embarrassed for having sex in abundance. And while I stand behind every word 100 percent, my conscience (and a Twitter follower) started to n...
In the new movie, “What’s Your Number,” the main character fears she has slept with too many men – thanks to Cosmo – and tries to get back together with one of her exes so she doesn’t go over a certa...
When I was a child, I was quite shy and what some would call a “good girl.” My mother was very strict with a side order of crazy, so I always thought if I was bad, something dreadful would happen. I ...
Hidey ho, reader! I know I haven’t been posting as regularly as usual, but I assure you I have not been abducted by misogynistic pygmies, or anyone else for that matter. I could give you a mill...
I once worked with a lovely woman who told me a funny story about her previous marriage. Funny-peculiar, not funny-haha. Well, not really funny-peculiar either. But it made a lasting impression on me...
I’ve always had a knack for putting my foot in my mouth. Like the time I told the sorority girl whose house I wanted to pledge that their decorations resembled “shit.” Or the time I pointed to my co-...
Lately, I’ve been reading quite a few blog posts about open relationships. That is, two individuals who are in a committed relationship and openly bump uglies with other people. There are many opinio...
Continued from Good Morning. Who the Hell Are You? Part 1 The next morning, I woke up before the stranger lying beside me, as per usual when I spend the night with a new penis. I gazed at my suitor (...
I have very fond memories of college. The following story is not one of them. By that, I do not mean I don’t have fond thoughts about it, I mean it isn’t a memory. Allow me to recount what I can reme...
Masturbation is a normal, healthy part of my existence. Most likely yours, too, if you are not a practicing Catholic. Masturbation is fun, relieves stress and costs nothing. Best of all, it can be do...
See? More fuel for why I should’ve been a gay man. They’ve got it all. Alright, alright, yes, it’s a stereotype and no, it’s not always true. But it made me gigg...
The other day I was eating tacos with my gay bf and the conversation, as it often does, drifted toward sex. I swear, it had nothing to do with the tacos. I was curious about at what stage in the dati...
You may have noticed that I haven’t been writing much about my dating life of late. It could be because I haven’t dated in months. Or it could be that I have been dating… my ex-ex-boyfriend (i.e., my...
I recently saw two ridiculous romantic comedies: “No Strings Attached” and “Love & Other Drugs.” Don’t laugh. I was on a plane. With few exceptions, I am really not a fan ...
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