I loved everything about her, and I didn’t care how dark she got. If anything it was what I loved the most, the veil of pain that fell across her face most of the day,...

The Female Orgasm. The Big O. That elusive, reclusive Loch Ness of the labia. Does it prove the existence of God, or just His twisted sense of humor?

Multitudes speak of their first love; seldom about their last hate.