Sex

An act that rarely involves blowing and only occasional labor, “blow job” sounds like something created by a thirsty Marxist, a guy as alienated from his own pleasure as he is from his work.

On the evolution of a word that feels eminently like itself, from animalistic allusions to rivers of lava-like semen.

A great heaving portion of pleasure comes from the mystery of sex. No wonder humans most often use metaphors to talk about fucking.

This week, Al Goldstein—the oversized pornographer with the oversized mouth and libido—died of renal failure. Our writer tracks the Screw founder from his humble, filthy beginnings to his deathbed in Brooklyn, days before he passed.