Let’s walk straight into rush hour traffic with our eyes closed. Let’s drink a gallon of bleach. Let’s have sex without a condom. Why not? All the kids are doing it these days.

My most sexually active years were from 1996-2006. In 1995 a penis simply did not exist in my sexual world without some latex on it. By 2002 the condom conversation happened more often than not, but it was a bit uncomfortable. By 2006 I began to feel like the goody-two shoes who always brought up that pesky old condom.

Now in 2010, I indulge in