Living In Sin: Meat. It's What's For Dinner.
Sex is something that drives us, empowers us and gets us into really stupid situations with people we have no business seeing naked. Jen Sincero is the bestselling author and sexpert with the carnal knowledge you need. Ask her your questions (all are posted anonymously). Cuz there's no such thing as being too good in bed.
I'm a 37 year-old guy who has recently started seeing someone who could very well be Her. She's all the right things: Stephen Hawking-smart, artistic, sweet and hot as the hinges on the gates of Hell. The only problem is that she's bisexual. I’m worried about pursuing a long-term relationship with her, not because I think she's the cheatin' kind, but because that biological urge to be with women could prove too much for her.
I'm not looking to change who she is (which is pretty effin' amazing) or
what she likes, but do you think it's possible for someone who has moved past the 'curious' stage to be okay with only turf, not surf, at home?
- Man Enough?
I know this guy who lies awake at night panicked that some giant piece of space debris is going to slam into the earth and scatter our parts like dandylion seeds. He also washes his hands forty nine times a day, refuses to eat out and one time I picked him up at the airport and watched him white knuckle it all the way home. “How can you blindly trust all these other drivers?” he whispered. “You have no idea what they’re going to do!”
Although we refer to him as The Phobe and sometimes do mean things like take a sip out of his beer so we can watch him pretend not to want anymore, he does have a point. There’s an infinite amount of awful things out there – just getting out of bed in the morning is somewhat arrogant in the face of it all. But there’s also an infinite amount of good, and since you get what you focus on, I’m going to go ahead and surround myself with thoughts of bunnies and brown paper packages tied up with string. If we wind up getting obliterated by a giant piece of space debris someday, so be it. I will most certainly blame it on The Phobe.