Until someone tells me it does something horrible: coconut oil is cheap and pleasurable.

Please, no sounding. I don't want to hear Dan describe anything like "wet tissue paper" again.

And there's an upvote for you. I'm not sure which part it's for, so assume it's for all of it.

Don't forget the ball that farted smog.

No, it's mostly a window for the public to see into your racist, stupid soul.

I used to have a lot of respect for Joyce Carol Oates, but her Twitter feed essentially convinced me that, while a great storyteller and writer, she has donkey brains.

One thing about getting to know someone is that you can see how different they are from the people you've known previously. But, of course, you have to get to know them. I'd encourage you to search until you find someone who does click with you in some way (highly bangable is most people's starting point) and working…

Oh hey, I know something random about Brazil nuts, too, although it's less relevant: Brazil nuts contain radium, and cans of them have been have been known to set off radioactive alarms in ports and other facilities (such as nuclear power plants).

"Not so fast, Mister President," came a thick, deep, masculine voice from the shadows. A hulking brute of a man, a thick yellow mane on his head, a chiseled jaw, his muscular physique displaying eight pack abs, pecs so broad you could paint the Sistine Chapel over again on them, biceps that could be contained by no…

I thought Dan's answer was silly. No one ever goes, "well, I wasn't looking for anything from Rob, he was just gonna be a cute guy in a bar I banged for fun, but then we went to his place and he gave me like six full-body orgasms in a row and I couldn't walk to get home and then in the morning I noticed he had a…

*meanwhile, in a smoke filled room in Washington, DC*

I think, for a lot of people with this issue writing to Dan, they and their partner have entered their relationship on a certain set of assumptions, either formally made or assumed, one of which is often "you are my primary sex partner, who I will approach for sex first, and whom I will expect to have semi-regular sex…

"Bwahahaha," laughed Mrs. Langdon Alger from her throne in Feminia, the all-female capital she had fashioned from what used to be Paris, before the war.

Man, we need to give high schoolers some better education in what "sexual contact" means.

Or is it some sick desire to be the Queen of all Womenkind? Did your finger simply miss an "n" or did it betray the iron fist and jackboots of your psyche? YOU (but, like, the plural "you," not "you" as in "Mrs. Langdon Alger") BE THE JUDGE.

I do, in the same way I think that Rear Window is the expression of neighbors making clear-headed, well-reasoned assumptions about their neighbor, rather than leaping to the worst possible conclusion and luckily being right.

Every time I post an issue here, I get some variation of "that's not a problem." Guess I'm just problem free!

"Put your mental burden in my mind vise, Kenneth, and I will crush it."

Make your partner aware of your issue, and then let them help you, such as letting you pause or modulating their pace when you're in danger of ending.

No, I'm quite aware of her taking the lead, because she used to jump me quite frequently earlier in the relationship. This was the two-handed grip my shoulders from behind as I'm sitting down, sort of thing. Not overtly sexual, just slightly possessive in context. My girlfriend has previously indicated that flirting…