Part four of a four-part series on male infertility. Click here to read parts one, two and three.

For me and Amy, however, there was always more hope, always another chance to get pregnant. The next peak in the Fertility Himalayas, ICSI (intracytoplasmic sperm injection), was a technique developed in 1992 for severe cases of male infertility in which healthy looking single sperms are literally inserted into healthy seeming eggs. The goal is multiple fertilizations. The fertilized eggs can then be frozen and preserved, or returned to the womb to (hopefully) develop.

ICSI took place in a private hospital. … Read More

Part three of a four-part series on male infertility. Click here to read parts one, two and four. 

Amy had been referred to a Beverly Hills fertility doctor, who was so reassuring that I took him to calling him Dr. Mellow. His office had a wall of photos of smiling babies, as if to say, "This will be you."  

We sat in his waiting room holding hands. We believed. We didn't know we had just taken our seats inside the Hope Factory.

Once inside, the possibility of getting pregnant never ended. If one technique failed, you tried another, and … Read More

Part two of a four-part series on male infertility. Click here to read parts one, three and four.   

Right around this time, my Amy and I decided to move to California. Perhaps a fresh start, a fresh perspective would help. 

My wife's doctor in NY sent her to a doctor in Beverly Hills, who sent her to a fertility specialist, who sent me a doctor whose first name sounded a lot like "Pappy." He was the doctor to see for guys whose guys need to get going. 

Pappy had a slightly goofy personality. … Read More

Part one of a four-part series on male infertility. Click here to read parts two, three and four.   

When I look back on the courtship that led to my marriage, I fast forward through a carousel of emotionally charged moments: the night we met, the night we first slept together (not the same), a postcard she sent me, our first weekend away together, a Ray Charles concert, a birthday party (mine), a birthday party (hers), a Hamptons summer rental, a Sam Cooke album, an Al Green concert, a vacation in Europe where I almost proposed but didn't, … Read More

OK. Are you familiar with "air guitar?" It's the awesome intersection of hard rock, hard rock appreciation and wild exuberance. In fact, if you're not familiar with "air guitar" you should consider getting out more, for realsie.

But as awesomely outrageous as improv-ing sweet rock moves is, it's not quite as awesomely outrageous as the endgame of any sweet rock concert: the sex. The "unholy trinity" of Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n Roll, though cyclical, always seems to wind up back in bed (or a tour bus lav, depending). That's why some enterprising lads (and probably a grand total of three … Read More

Pubic hair. We've all got it, and chances are we all maintain it somehow, whether by waxing or shaving or with a simple trim. Some women groom according to their own preference, some tidy it to their guy's predilection, still others primp for what they think the dating masses desire. According to Lisa Germinsky at Salon, our hair-down-there styling is determined, at least in part, by the economy. 

One spa owner Germinsky spoke had this to say: 

The new rule of thumb is: When you lift your leg, there shouldn't be any hair below the … Read More

"Monogamy Is Good, And It's Here To Stay." I was leery about this piece the minute I saw the title. But as soon as I read it and saw the word "fad" used to describe the kind of relationship that I have been deliriously happy in for years (and the kind hundreds of other people I have met have been in for decades) I knew I was dealing with a classic case of fear and misunderstanding—a dangerous mix. I thought I might simply reply in the comments section, but I quickly realized that I had way too much … Read More

Today Lemondrop brings us word of another bra-related fashion trend: going braless. Erin, writing for Lemondrop, brings up the point, ahem, that when your breasts get cold your nipples get hard, and "while having your nips in salute mode may be considered flirtatious in some corners, I prefer to leave my headlights off, thank you very much."

This is indeed a problem for those of us with, shall we say, strong nipples. This Love Buzzer frequently goes braless, which is made easier by my modest breasts. However I've found that my boyfriend does not appreciate my freedom … Read More