My Abysmal Failure to Have Sex on a Cruise Ship
I had high hopes for a high-seas adventure that would involve boning, but the ship turned out to be inhabited mostly by elderly people and an unfortunately-named band.
I married someone to fill a void in my life, and he just made that void larger until I was finally strong enough to leave.
I talked to the wunderkind stand-up about touring with Odenkirk, his love for Drake, and why he doesn't like "Michael Cera–ass fuckboys."
If you've never gone through an existential crisis, you've never truly lived. Questioning who you are, where you are, and why you're here is a necessity for sentience. Here's a primer to get you started.
I wrestled boys. I wrestled girls. I wrestled anything, and everything, remotely within my weight class. I failed every time.
After deciding to try to be a bisexual, I thought it was smart to take a class on how to properly operate the female body. Who better to learn from than Nina Hartley?
We talked to the Science... For Her! author about malls, feminist infighting, and her lord and savior, Jesus (Christ, natch).
I've always been attracted to women, and felt mostly homosexual. But if I was born this way, why am I so bad at it?
Since I wrote about my drinking problem a few weeks ago, I've decided to cut back. When people ask me why, I tell them that the way in which I was living was untenable. I receive mostly blank stares.
I took a tour of some of America's finest chain restaurant bars so that I could not only drink a few affordable beers, but also learn more about how we no longer value the simple pleasures of cheap, greasy food and good service.