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Savage Love: The One-Night Stand

I have a friend who is getting married. She’s cheated on every guy she’s been with, including her last three husbands.

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The Early Adopter Program of the Septa Key Card arrives soon

The Early Adopter Program will include up to 10,000 transit customers who can purchase either a weekly or monthly TransPass using their SEPTA Key Card. 

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The 420 Issue: So You Want to Open a Dispensary?

As it’s been widely reported the last few days, Gov. Tom Wolf signed a bill into law this past weekend that legalizes medical marijuana in Pennsylvania. And while it goes into effect next month, it won’t be for another one to two years before we see marijuana dispensaries fully up and running. Just enough time to get your business plan in place to cash in on all those scripts right?

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Savage Love: Women on the Verge

I’ve been aware of my emetophilia since a very young age and have always kept it private. No need to tell me about the health risks, I’m aware, and I’ve only ever indulged this kink through videos online. The actual substance doesn’t turn me on—I have no desire to be puked on. For me, the fantasy involves being with someone as they begin to feel sick, and then taking care of them as they puke. It has something to do with the buildup and release. Who knows? I’m married, and I told my husband about my kink exactly once, a few years ago. He wasn’t judgmental, but he never brought it up again. We have a great sex life otherwise, and I’ve always assumed I’d have satisfying, normal sex with my husband and masturbate to this kink in private. But recently, on a whim, I posted a message on a kink site. A few weeks later, a guy reached out to say the description exactly mirrored his own kink. We’ve been texting for a few weeks. He makes me feel like less of a freak, it’s been super hot, and we’ve talked about meeting up and role-playing for each other. It makes me go crazy just to think about this. In light of the health risks—and the fact that I’m married—this would be a one-time thing. Do I have to tell my husband? I don’t want to have sex with this person; I just want to live out my fantasy for one night, which doesn’t necessarily involve getting naked. But obviously we will both get off, so there’s a definite sexual element. My husband and I have had threesomes, so he’s not a “strictly monogamous” guy, but it is new for me to strike out on my own. But more than that, I’m mortified at the thought of him knowing about the kind of night I’m having, asking me about it later, etc. I would just rather him not know. But is that cheating?

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ROAR hosts screening of “The Hunting Ground”

The film is an award-winning documentary that exposes the lack of action from several colleges and universities around the country

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Savage Love: Sweat

It’s perfectly legal to buy and sell used underwear, LOSS, so there’s no legal risk.

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Savage Love: Germane

I am a twentysomething, straight, cis-female expat. How long do I have to wait to ask my German lover, who is übersensitive about the Holocaust, to indulge me in my greatest—and, until now, unrealized—fantasy: Nazi role-play? He is very delicate around me because I am a secular Jew and the descendant of Holocaust survivors. (Even though I’ve instructed him to watch The Believer, starring Ryan Gosling as a Jewish neo-Nazi, to get a better grasp on my relationship with Judaism. To be clear, I am not actually a neo-Nazi—just your garden-variety self-hating Jew.) This persists even though we’ve spoken about my anti-Zionist politics. Evidently he was indoctrinated from a young age with a hyperapologetic history curriculum. I appreciate that he thinks it was wrong for the SS to slaughter my family, but it’s not like he did it himself. I know it sounds really fucked up, but I promise this isn’t coming from a place of deep-seated self-loathing. Even if it were, it’s not like we’d be hurting anybody. We’re both in good psychological working condition, and neither of us is an actual bigot. I would try to get to know him better, but we are so different (there’s a big age difference) and I don’t really see our relationship being much more than ze sex.

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Nova wins, now what? What do we owe our college athletes?

Should they be paid as professionals for their services? The answer to this question is a complicated one and goes far beyond any basketball court or football field.

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Timaree’s Body: Wrestling at Chikara

I don’t know from personal experience what it feels like to snort a pound of cocaine, but I assume it’s similar to how I felt after my first class at Chikara Wrestling Factory. Leaving the gym, the world looked like a vast playground of monkey bars and rope ladders, ready to be conquered. After only a couple hours of tumbles, leaps and throwing myself to the mat, I felt every inch of my body. And only most of it hurt.

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Savage Love: JCCSF

I was honored to speak at JCCSF—Jewish Community Center of San Francisco—last week as a part of their “Uninhibited: About Sex” lecture series. The audience submitted questions on cards, which were ably put to me by Jourdan Abel, who was wearing a wonderful uterus-themed sweater. (Check out my Instagram account—@dansavage—to see Abel’s sweater!) Here are some of the questions submitted by the uninhibited JCCSF audience that Abel and I didn’t manage to get to during our conversation.

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