The day I sit down, look my mother in the eye, and tell her I like having sex with strangers on the internet is the day I choke myself with a giant glittery dildo. The day my mother Googles me, on the other hand, and uncovers my shameless rants about sleeping with various virtual playmates for the sake of decadent “research” . . . Well, that day came long ago. Plus, apparently I have no gag... More >>>