Relationships

I know I love my boyfriend and I think I’m ready to get married but how do I know if he’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with?

I like to think of Valentine’s Day as another evening on my couch with an assortment of cheeses and confusing sexual fantasies about Jamie Oliver.

Check out an exclusive first look at Joan Price's soon-to-drop book.

“I actually like women who look like you.” How do I begin to explain what is wrong with that statement?

The place where her shoulder blades almost met was suddenly purple, and I tasted blood, slick and tangy, against my lipstick.

Bestiality: five syllables nobody really likes to utter. Especially in the same sentence as tolerance or consent.

There isn't a woman on earth that hasn't imagined the shimmering mirage of "The One," but I always felt it was some cruel myth. Until I met *John.

Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.