Strike a match. What do you notice first? The little flash of orange and blue light? The dry, smoky smell?

Strike another. What about the physical sensations? The pressure of your finger against the match, the grit of the rough strip on which you struck its head, the way you hold it?…

When I get into one of those rare but dreaded ruts and mysteriously lose my generally healthy libido, I try to remind myself that sex needn’t be intimidating or a hassle. It’s fun and furthermore, it’s everywhere, even the most unlikely places.

Maybe next time I misplace my mojo I should try looking at the..

Actually, I don’t think this was an accident. (Courtesy of an antique issue of the New Yorker.)

Alert Boinkologists: Do they still sell these? And would the presence of one of these in a date’s car signal the end of the date — or perhaps the beginning?

Every day I walk by the dog run in Tompkins Square Park and I get a little bit jealous. I don’t have a dog, you see, and feel a pang of wistfulness as I glimpse all those cute furry creatures running around, snarling, digging, what have you. In my inordinate amount of time spent wistfully watching the puppies, I’ve done my fair share of people watching, too, and have…

This August, over 400 Wal-Mart stores across the nation will be bringing us a new line of religious action figures marketed toward families for whom Barbie and GI Joe are just too secular.

“We’re seeing interest from parents in faith-enriching toys,”…