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M and I get into abnormal conversations with complete strangers. That is to say that complete strangers feel comfortable talking to us about things they normally wouldn't discuss with other complete strangers. The second they find out I work in the adult industry, and I give sex and relationship advice, they latch on like they've never had good sex in their lives...

I heard you read 50 Shades of Grey. That's cool. I haven't. But not because it's kinky. Because me and erotica don't always get along. You're like, “What the eff, Rayne? You're all about sex, but you don't like erotica?” I have to admit that I'm not a huge fan...

You are it. Not like “it” in Tag, or the kind of “it” that means you have to do some crappy task your boss created for you last night while plotting your demise. No, this kind of “it” is the kind that finds you driving the hotties home from rock shows, and gets you the best assignments at work, and returns high marks in class despite the fact that you've got absolutely no clue what you are doing..

  The other day, I was discussing cheating with a woman who does a lot for the online community we're building at my “real job”...which, for those not in the know, just happens to be an adult website. The woman is in a committed relationship with two men. But she, like most people, defines cheating according to her own moral compass, which swings a little wide of conservative when it comes to sex

The other day, someone tweeted five steps to a better "o". They went like this: 1 – Do it yourself. 2 – Do it yourself. 3 – Do it yourself. 4 – Do it yourself. 5 – Do it yourself. Mere seconds after the original tweet was posted, it flooded my timeline as other people (mostly women) retweeted it. And I just shook my head.

As I've mentioned before, I go to a lot of Q103's concerts. I haven't seen tickets as cheap as some of their shows since...well, before my time, and there's almost always at least one band I firmly believe is better live than any recording, so why not, right?

So last week, a coworker of mine shared a link to a relationship advice column. Some chick wrote in, plum tuckered out from trying to figure out what to do about a recent “incident” with her husband. She said prior to “the incident,” she'd trusted her husband “because she was pregnant,” which is just so ridiculous I'm not even sure where to begin, but we'll leave that for another day. Now, because

My man's allowed to sleep with whoever he wants. That's not a trap for him, or some ploy to make me seem “edgy” or “progressive” to you. It's just the way it is.

I used to be a lame...rhymes with duck. No, really. It's true.

You know what I'm talking about. That angry, “I could totally knock your head off your shoulders!” sex that reminds you you're alive and your partner is, too, and life is grand. I mean, seriously pissed off, ready to knock each other's teeth out, can't stop swearing at each other...and then suddenly you're kissing sex. One of you's against the wall, you're both pushing each other away, but your bo

Okay, so I know it's almost over, but guess what June is. No really. Guess.

A while back, I wrote about the importance of reacting to your partner. In the article, I went off on a short tangent about relationships being hard. That's no joke.