monogamy

If you see me with my partner, you’ll more than likely think that I’m a straight girl in a heterosexual relationship — and there’s nothing I hate more. Being with a man seems to negate my sexuality, rendering it secret or private when I’m anything but.

If you see me with my partner, you’ll more than likely think that I’m a straight girl in a heterosexual relationship — and there’s nothing I hate more. Being with a man seems to negate my sexuality, rendering it secret or private when I’m anything but.

The most recent issue of Time features a cover with twenty-one shadowed question marks scattered under the headline: “Is Monogamy Over?”

It's the most overtly sexual life choice I've ever made, and it's fun. I feel the urge to call someone, to tell them what I just did, to brag.

A new paper says married sex after 50 is a serious upgrade from the 20-something hot-but-confusing dating malaise.

I’m a firm believer in calling something what it is. In that vein, I readily identify myself as perma-single.

Apparently in the animal kingdom, killing tots can carry an evolutionary benefit.

Getting it on quickly doesn't necessarily translate to getting love quickly.