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For those of you who missed it, Monday was National Women's and Girls' HIV/AIDS Awareness Day. Don't worry, it isn't too late to celebrate. Rather than baking the traditional red ribbon sugar cookies you make every year, here are some new ideas:

Looking back on a week's worth of local craigslist hijinks

Dear Crappy Christmas,

You guys picked the items in this list - which made this post a lot easier to write! And we thank you for that, because we're really kind of burning out on this whole "a list every weekday of December" thing. Why did we decide to do this again?

— Johnny Brumsky [sic]

It's cold out. For many of us, it's hibernation time. That leaves nothing much to do but eat, sleep, drink, and bang. So bring it. There's nothing too dirty, freaky, or twisted. E-mail your sex questions over.

Saturday night at a party, I somehow ended up getting into a conversation with some new acquaintances (and an old friend or two) about the video embedded here. If you're somewhere where you can watch it, do – but you may want to skip the first two and a half minutes or so. If you're not able to watch the video, it's called "Text Message Breakup," and for all its ridiculous conceits, it does express an important sentiment: don't do it.

I'll bet you thought I was going to write something about barbecues, in honor of the Fourth of July, right?

You know that can't-get-enough-of-each other, can't-stop-touching-each other, stop-in-the-middle-of-the-street-to-kiss, oh-my-god-isn't-the-world-a-beautiful-place, P.S.-I'm-so-horny phase of a new relationship? Yeah. As half of a newly-formed couple, I'm finding myself there. It goes against my inner cynic. But I've got to admit, I'm kind of enjoying the ride. When I'm not throwing up a little in my mouth.

A few months ago, a recently-single friend wrote both me and a mutual friend of ours to ask how long we thought would be an appropriate time to wait before she had sex with her new beau. The answer we both gave her was: it depends.

This Spring is the third anniversary of Lifeknot, online meeting place for people of all ages, based solely on interests and hobbies. The CEO and founder, Matt Muro, began Lifeknot after using online dating services that seemed to force an instant romantic relationship. “I felt that online dating sites rushed people into the relationship stage of a friendship and social networking sites linked you to so many people that the intimacy of establishing a...

A Quirky Column about Dog Walking Adventures in the City of Dog-Owning Love...

When I was eleven years old, my parents and I started spending a week every summer in Topsail, North Carolina, with my best friend, “Zoe” and her family. Our parents had an extra special knack for taking us places where nothing was going on and there was no one under the age of 60 within a seventy mile radius. This, however, did not stop us from wondering whether or not we’d meet guys in our travels.

It's our travel season right now, and having spent more time in and around Philadelphia International Airport than we'd like, we've been struck by the number of creepy dudes that can afford to fly the friendly skies. So we weren't that surprised when we read about a recent airplane-related arrest wherein an off-duty flight attendant ejaculated onto a passenger. Here's what we've determined he was thinking as the working flight attendant gave the safety speech:

On my walk to work Tuesday morning, I was a block away from the store when I hit a red light. While waiting for it to change, I looked to see what the light was doing. There was a man standing to my left, in my line of vision to the stoplight. He winked and smiled at me, but I couldn’t even tell you what he looked like, because as soon as my nose faced him, I was overcome by the urge to sneeze (at the very least) or heave (at the worst), and had to turn immediately away for a breath of fresh air.

No, this isn’t a post about The Shins. Though we are loving that new album like a fat kid loves cake. This post is actually about coining a new phrase.

A man came into my store the other day. He wouldn’t talk to the other employees. I was at the register, so I didn’t really notice much else about him. After a few minutes of wandering, he approached the register and paid for his product of choice. I thanked him, gave him his bag and said “Have a nice day!”

Then head on down to South Philly on Sunday, where a class on sensuous massage for couples will be held. We can't tell you where exactly (more on that), but it's at 4 o'clock. It will be $60 per couple, and you must register as and come as part of a couple; the description is abundantly clear on that point. Participants will learn "how to perform a sensuous massage for each other utilizing basic household items (i.e. bed, chair, natural oils, etc)." As long as no lamps or hair dryers are involved, we'll be good.

I still hate Valentine’s Day. I’m still bitter and I will still want to throw brightly colored, probably already stale Necco hearts at anyone who wears pink or red today.

Chivalry and romance are alive and well in South Philly. This morning, a friend of ours found the following note on his car:

. Then they did everything in their power to stop me from throwing things at the screen.

I have a crush… on a song. This is actually a common occurrence in my life. I love music. I have music playing at all times. I cannot be in my apartment without it on. I can’t drive without music (or be driven somewhere without it). Even when I hate the CD we have to listen to at work, I want it on. This need, coupled with my innate neuroses, means that I often find songs I just can’t stop listening to.

I’m going through some shit right now and don’t want to talk about it. In such a situation, I would normally feel like I had to act like I was okay so as not to worry my friends, family, coworkers, etc. My wifey knows this. So she told me that if anyone tried to make me feel like I had to do that, I was allowed to brick them.

Sex blogger Rachel Kramer Bussel

There is currently a stomach virus raging through town and I am currently living in fear of it. This past Sunday morning, I was awakened by a phone call informing me that both of my coworkers had fallen victim to it. I was immediately convinced of my impending doom.

1 : to operate one’s vibrator in such a way as to reach a climax that allows one to sleep, decrease anxiety, relieve stress, dissolve tension, or combat ennui.

Dear Ladies:

I spent my lunch break this Monday buying an umbrella at Macy’s. Before the employee helping me showed me where it was, she was stopped by a man who asked her if she had kids. "NO!" she yelled, "I’m a VIRGIN!" She then proceeded to show me a display of titanium umbrellas, explaining that she knew they’d hold up in severe weather, because her "spine is made of titanium, and it hasn’t given out during sex yet… virgin? HA!" I can’t say that when I asked her for help I expected to learn about the duress her spine experiences during sex, but if that little lesson meant assurance my umbrella will hold its own in the rain, then all right.

The week leading up to Christmas, I spent at least 50 hours in my store. I was cranky and exhausted. I didn’t want to be there. Philly consistently hitting sixty degrees or higher throughout the month of December meant that I consistently wanted to hit every person who went: “DECEMBER TWENTY-WHAT?!” and burst into my store.