This story was originally published on Broke Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website five years ago. Here, it’s been updated and also includes a Spotify link. Cue up the entire playlist with a single click: Eighteen Tunes to Screw To And stay tuned for a follow-up list the next week or two.

by Kate Brunotts I recently attended my 3rd Babeland workshop, and I came out glowing as ever. Babeland, a feminist-founded sex shop, gives out free sex education workshops to the general public with great names like “Talk Dirty to Me” or “March into Pleasure.” In a short span of 3

by Laurie Riihimaki It’s no big shocker that the modern dating world totally blows. Over the past decade, social media and dating apps have become a necessary evil in the pursuit of love. And singles are feeling more desperate than ever as they swipe left on Tinder, scroll down Facebook

There may soon be a glitter and rhinestone shortage in San Francisco. Why? For the third year in a row, over 30 local burlesque performers will convene for the annual Burlesque Extravaganza at EXIT Theatre. It’s all going down March 18-21. As a frequent patron and performer at EXIT Theatre,

by Laurie Riihimaki From the astonishing tricks of Houdini to the spectacular world of Harry Potter, magic has always been a part of our society. The idea that something dazzling and unexpected could wondrously appear in our average existence is a concept that continuously blows our minds and makes our

PSA for the voyeur-lite.  February is a special time of year for ladybugs, and for people who have a thing for insect mating rituals. No judgement. Seriously though, there’s nothing quite like a beautiful, red swarm of little winged ladybugs dancing in the first warm sun of the year. The

by Laurie Riihimaki Ok, so it’s official, parenting just got lazier. Now there are actually apps that help you teach your kid about sex! All the awkward questions you used to have to answer are now handed off to an age-appropriate Siri-equivalent. And I get it, parents, it’s not always

by Charles Irwell There’s a wonderful phrase that the idiot-savants at the British Army Rumour Service, or ARRSe, love to employ to describe something truly invincible. That term is squaddy proof. The thinking goes something like this: you can build something, spend billions testing it in civilian circles, and claim (and