Hunting for Sex: Cautionary Tales from the Quest

Part 1 The bathhouse was old and decrepit.  And I seemed to be the only one there, except for the cute door guy who let me in.  And so ...

Am I the best slut I can be?  That is the question... When you’re a sex blog writer, and your blog depends to a degree on your identif...

If you’re a pig like me, you know that smelling soapy just-out-of-the-shower fresh can be very overrated.   I think it’s fair to say tha...

My interest in sex and sexuality is so acute that it was just a matter of time before I asked myself that dreaded question:   Am I a sex a...

Hello Dear Readers, below is a link to an interview about my blog by Toronto sex journalist Jon Pressick.  His blog Sex In Words is a master...

The plane to my new home of Montreal couldn’t fly fast enough. A year and a half before that flight to Montreal, I had visited Montre...

“One last drink, please.”   Last words on deathbed, Jasper Newton “Jack” Daniel (1849-1911, American distiller and founder of Jack Daniel’...

Horniness loves to yank your chain and right when you’re busy doing the daily errands that sometimes simply can’t wait.   Walking the bu...