When Regina found the box I’d hidden at the back of the closet, my heart sank. It was bad enough that my girlfriend had insisted on spending a perfectly good Saturday cleaning our apartment. But when she hauled out the box, I thought our weekend was over before it had even begun. And as I gazed into Regina’s cold blue eyes, I wondered if our relationship would even make it to Sunday!

“What’s this?” she asked, even though the box’s contents were perfectly obvious from the word I’d scrawled on it in black marker: PORN. Underneath it, I’d added: BEWARE: XXX. I think it had been an attempt at humor on my part, but Regina wasn’t laughing.

“Just… stuff,” I said awkwardly.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, after pulling open the... Read More