Savage Love Column

You’ve chosen to slap the “infidelity” label on his actions, and now you feel compelled to have a full-blown my-boyfriend-cheated-on-me meltdown.
I’m not worried about being hit on, but I feel like hanging out at a gay club would be somewhat dishonest.
Fuck, Dan, I love this guy, but “retiring” has never been so hard and so scary.
Straight couples looking for a bi female third—someone both partners can share and enjoy—call that person a “unicorn”, a mythical beast, because they're so damn rare.
I don’t know is how to contact someone to do this. I don’t want someone who’s got a disease or someone with a boyfriend just waiting to break in and rob everyone.
I don’t want to cause unnecessary awkwardness, but I also want people to love and accept me for who I am.
The only thing I’m worried about besides my hopes and dreams, and making it in the real world? My sex life. I’m a virgin.
I've been getting one or two calls or texts per week meant for a trans sex worker in Boston.
I'm a straight guy, but I can't stop thinking about giving oral to a well-endowed dude I saw at the gym.
The biggest consequence of creating a new pee hole behind your balls is a heightened risk of urinary-tract infections due to your shortened urethra.