I think it depends on the woman. I like it that much.

Definitely, consensual access only.

This is a great story in part because some readers may not know what a newspaper is.

Do I get money? No? Darn. Now I wish I had accepted the popsicle.

Two words: Easy access.

He says, "Mom, don't come in my room for the next hour or so. I need to .... well, you know. I need privacy." It's a mixed blessing. At least he has no trouble communicating with me about sexual things, but I'd like to be left out of the loop. On the other hand, it's unlikely that his school will give him a thorough…

Check with your doctor, but Miralax has been fantastic for my family. It just helps things along. It takes longer to work, but if you keep taking it for a few days it can really get things back on track without pain or gas or horribleness.

Right! It's just like the guys on Craigslist who are looking for a woman to have sex with for money. They are willing to pay, but they don't want a pro. Just a regular woman to have sex for money.

He is very modest though. He won't go to the pool without a swim shirt to cover his nipples, and he enjoys his privacy. But he isn't ashamed of his body, you're right: He has no problem with letting me know when he needs some extra privacy for masturbation.

I wasn't allowed to have Barbies, but I drew nipples and vulvae onto my Raggedy Anns. Two seconds with a marker and I could make sure that Barbie is ready for a vaginal birth and nursing.

Now I'm wondering if it's weird that my son saw so much nudity when he was younger. He regularly saw me and his dad naked, even showering with his dad frequently (I suspect his dad was afraid of drowning him if he gave him a bath). He saw so many other kids naked including male and female cousins, that one day he saw…

I taught my son that people with penises are usually boys and people with vulvas are usually girls. That worked for us.

Can they host? Because that's a laundry challenge that I don't want to have to solve. How do you get gummi cum out of sheets?

It's not realism that I require. But suspension of disbelief is a necessary element in a sci-fi movie. If they had said that the drug unleashed new capabilities, or triggered secret codes in our DNA, or even that it was made by aliens to raise humans to galactic standards, I could accept it and enjoy myself. But when…

Ugh. I cannot see the movie because the science fail is just too big. It's like the writer couldn't be bothered to use Google.

I felt like I was in understandable if not familiar territory right up until he rolled me onto my stomach. Then everything went sideways.

I passed on the popsicle as the package had a lot of frost on it so they looked kind of old. I did drink some water though.

I'll remember that for when I'm sharing it with my grandchildren.

I was on a third date with a guy we'll call Joe. I hadn't had sex for a while and had offered on previous dates, but he wanted to wait, so I respected that. We go to the house that Joe is housesitting at for friends and start making out in the bedroom. I rip all of my clothes off in one smooth motion, tossing them to…

I'm going to start growing mine now and get ahead of the trend.