Do we remember people better once we’ve come on their faces? Will the National Institutes of Health give me a grant to find out?

Because one of the first images I had of Nesty was of her being double-teamed in the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, I naturally thought a great headline would be “Take the Nesty Plunge.”

Suppose you’re going nut-gathering. Your buddy wants to know where and when. Use an adverb and tell him.

To love Ronnie James Dio is to be able to love a lot of things that at first may seem irreconcilable. It is the best kind of slippery slope.

Risque’, a collection of frank photographs by Will Santillo, debuts in New York City on May 20. I call this one “YMCA for Lesbians.”

It is sad that Alix Lakehurst has decided to postpone her move to California. But to have both Lakehurst and April Flores in the same area code might interfere with certain zoning laws, and the City of Angels would be leveled by Total Boob Devastation^TM

Sometimes you can experience the whole world without leaving the room. It also helps if there are naked 19-year-olds in that room.

“That’s so weird – and comforting,” I said to myself upon viewing the mustard-yellow vinyl sofa. “I also lay other things – like exotic wipes – in addition to pube-y Japanese women on my couch.”

High school was a random, strange time. I wanted to fit in whist simultaneously not giving a flying fuck about fitting it.

It is because “Antichrist” says something so sweet, tender, and true about the relationships between men and Satan’s personifications of the fury of nature (or, as von Trier calls them, “women”), that I’d rather not see it corrupted by a porn adaptation.

“I feel that in this film we were tasteful in our depiction of buggery, fish-hooking, gagging and gang banging.“

Your nasal passages will be legendary, Akima Nakamori, even in Hell. But let’s save next year for Jerusalem.

As with all of San Francisco’s public functions, the Independent Erotic Film Festival will feature plenty of attendant drag queens, live sex shows, raunchy music, free-flowing alcohol, visiting porn stars, and debauchery.

As you are doubtless aware, most of the residents of New York City are somehow involved with blogging about their deviant sexualities…

I understand “Awards,” of course, but the words “Feminists” and “Porn” are rarely seen in the same sentence unless there’s a “sure do hate” between them.

Imagine the stripper pole like a skewer and the dancers like kebabs moving up and down them. At the end of the skewer? Your lap.

The movie gives us wholesome alternatives to overused terms of endearment like “You complete me,” “I feel safe with you,” and “Gram, you are my home and I will love you forever.”

Sundown, you better take care, if I find you been uploading pirated content to those tube sites, there

Would it have killed them to throw in an Exidor? Yes, probably. But Tyler Faith fills me with Mearth.

Nina Hartley, meanwhile, gave a very-present Evan Stone his Best Actor trophy, and they groped each other for a good minute while I stood by, alone, waiting for my chance to do things to Kane that would make the Kama Sutra curl up and explode.