Kate Ryan

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

She knows you’re not supposed to call it an “it,” but she honestly can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl or . . . undecided.

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

We’ve all been there. Your boyfriend has a raging boner, but you’re just not in the mood to do anything with it. But how do you tell him to tone that boner down and quick? No need to worry. Here are ten simple, foolproof ways to kill that boner in ten seconds—or less—while keeping your man’s ego rock-hard.

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?