In order to “satisfy his curiosity” and not to “brag” or “complain,” Redditor PanicAK, tasked himself with keeping a careful record of how much sex he and his wife had in 2013. He explained that they were 30 and 31 respectively, had been together for 14 years, married for six. They both have full-time jobs and five-year-old twin boys and his wife doesn’t think that handjobs are “her style.” (Does any woman, really?) Make your guesses about what was going on in their bedroom and see how you did after the jump. Also, prepare yourself for the feeling of smug superiority or total shame that’s sure to follow. Keep reading »
Sylvester Graham, an evangelical minister in the 1830s and the world’s first “health nut,” believed that the single greatest health concern facing Americans was rampant sexual desire. In order to suppress these carnal urges, Graham prescribed — what else? — a special diet that would tame the lusty beast within. Keep reading »
Another day, another dairy fetishist harassing women. If you thought the Swiss Cheese Pervert was disgusting, prepared to be equally skeeved out by Japan’s Mayonnaise Pervert, who was arrested this week. Keep reading »
So you’ve finally found The One (or at least The One For The Foreseeable Future) and you’ve committed to a serious relationship. Now what? In our new weekly column, Life After Dating, we’ll discuss the unique joys and challenges of coupledom.
When I was single, I spent a lot of time talking about my sexual exploits with friends: his penis-to-ball ratio, how chipper of a mood he was in the morning after, whether or not I wanted to “hit that again.” It was one of the fun — well, maybe more necessary than fun — parts of being single. When I had flings or dating stints, all that was left when the dude was out of my life were the war stories. There was a soothing pleasure in finding a way to make my friends (and myself) laugh about how he did little more than jackhammer my vagina to death with his huge penis and in the morning, ask me to turn my shower on for him because it was “too hard to figure out.” I was the circus clown making singledom palatable for the crowd. Honestly, when I was single, if I didn’t find humor in my sex life, I would have been a very sad clown. Keep reading »