After hearing that the city was filled with wild sex parties, Vegas cops sniffed around, but had no luck infiltrating the group. By 2013, though, when they heard about the parties again, things were different. The swingers community no longer relied on word-of-mouth and personal references. It was online — and within reach.

Tritium that gets into the body is able to release beta particles, which are prone to altering our cells in nasty ways, resulting in cancer, mutation and death. But there is a way to reduce exposure: basically, feel free to begin calling your drunken hookups your “decontamination protocol.”

After my last breakup, I used College Hunks Hauling Junk because what better way to move on than by ogling UCLA undergrads glistening with sweat as they labored under relics of my past? But there’s something even better, something that might even help you make some extra cash to help to make up for the financial set-back of finding a new place to live. It’s a little site called: Never Liked It Anyway.

The website enables people to search the kinky social network FetLife without first logging in. The existence of this site and similar tools illustrates the enormous and unspoken security issue that unfortunately, has come up before. Running a search returns users’ FetLife profile pictures, usernames, ages, genders, kinky orientations, locations and a snippet from their profiles with the option to show more.

What were people up to during Easter? Looks like as far as Craigslist is concerned, the fertility cult won over the egg hunt. In San Francisco’s financial district, a couple was looking for a woman to watch a pegging. Meanwhile, down in San Jose, a young man was looking for a more conventional type of show. And someone in the Potrero Hill neighborhood left her thong behind. Must have been one hell of a scavenger hunt.

Porn consumption has received a fair amount of attention in the media, but unfortunately, so far the conversation has only managed to divide people. One camp sees porn as a social blight and the other sees it as a legitimate form of entertainment that’s being unnecessarily attacked by a hysterical minority. In conversations like these, it’s very easy to miss the nuance, which we need.

Vehicular sex is the new black. Chasing the trend, Cosmopolitan magazine released a guide filled with tips to enable everyone to enjoy a little fun, fearless vehicular sex. Unfortunately, the author of the guide and her source seem to only have a passing knowledge of how cars work, beginning with the fact that seat belts aren’t useful restraints except for the most imaginative of role-players.

Astrobiologist David Warmflash doesn’t go into detail about what it’s like to grapple with Newton’s third law of motion during space sex, but fortunately for all of us curious and hopeful space sex tourists, we have the experience of Michael Behar, who took on this question in 2006 with his wife, Ashley. Writing for Outside, Behar details how a fascination with sex in space led him to Zero Gravity Corporation, which uses a modified Boeing 727 to create some 20 thirty-second periods of weightlessness.

I used to keep spreadsheets on all my lovers, obsessively inputting data into them. I made graphs. I made graphs out of my relationships. Spreadsheets full of lovers — that’s me. It might sound awesome to data nerds, but mostly it was neurotic and laughably juvenile, an attempt to feel I had control over the one thing that scared me: emotion. But my experience worries me about aspects of the quantified self movement.

For the past four years, the dating site has been conducting a survey to keep its hand on the pulse of the American single. In 2013, they teamed up with ResearchNow to get the skinny from 5,329 singles. Everyone’s reported on this already, but they all seemed obsessed with how people apparently all want to fuck at 10 o’clock at night and how Android users seem to have more sex. These are probably the least interesting things about this survey. Let me show you the rest.