Watch any cheesy '80s movie or log on to one of a million porn sites and you'll find thousands of scenarios involving hot nurses and sexy doctors.

Dating as a polyamorous woman brings with it a lifetime's worth of misconceptions and jealousies.

There's no shortage of full-body workouts available on the internet, but far too many of them leave out the muscles most crucial to making sure you're constantly having incredible sex: the humble kegel muscles.

These days, there are all kinds of ways to get spiritual while acting badass: beer yoga, pot yoga, naked yoga, and now even yoga of the Japanese bondage variety.

There's a reason movies and books aren't based on the lives of people who stay in their hometowns for college: because living in your parents' house while commuting to and from class is boring.

Ask the average millennial for the characteristics he or she looks for in a partner, and you're bound to get a laundry list of physical features and personality traits running the gamut of humanity.

My erogenous zones, like millions of people's, include my nipples.

When you think "madame," you probably imagine the caring, tough matriarch with a wild streak type from various Westerns.

When a man breaks up with a woman, it's with the tactical efficiency and awkwardness of a Galapagos green sea turtle stuck on its back and struggling to roll over.

While attempting to crowdsource a Tinder party at a small bar one Saturday night, two friends and I embark on a swiping marathon.

Working as a porn clerk for four years was a brilliant, outlandish adventure better than any Chuck Palahniuk novel.

I hate when guys call women crazy.