It wasn't like they didn't warn us.

A few weeks ago, I received a letter so enthusiastically sincere, I couldn't ignore it. Handwritten on ruled legal paper, it was signed simply, "Escort-Illiterate Eddie."

Twenty-five years ago, I was but a mere zygote in my mama's belly. Had I known what fun City Paper was having, I might've popped out sooner.

In the wake of the latest iPod upgrade, a new sex toy has the blogosphere abuzz.

Five inches, maybe six. Seven max. That's how deep my throat goes.

Miami. Vegas. L.A. New York. Philly? In the highly subjective pantheon of America's hottest cities, ours sticks out like the fat girl at a debutante ball.

Philly is all about pinups.

When you write about blowjobs and buttfucking every week, little in the sex arena actually excites you.