At some point in your life, you’ve likely felt it—that moment where time collapses, words disappear, and you’re not just "having sex" but plummeting headfirst into something bigger, deeper, maybe even a little terrifying.

Erotic trance is that moment of pure immersion, where the rational mind shuts off, the body takes over, and something ancient, primal, and possibly divine unfolds.

But what exactly is erotic trance?

🔹 Is it a neurological trick, a byproduct of sex hormones and dopamine highs?
🔹 Is it spiritual transcendence, a fleeting touch of the sacred through flesh?
🔹 Is it a dangerous illusion, a gateway into obsession, addiction, and self-destruction?

The answer is yes. To all of it.

Erotic trance is not just one thing—it is many things, depending on who you are, where you’re coming from, and what you’re looking for.

So buckle up. We’re going deep.

If you’ve ever found yourself asking, why do women complain so much?, congratulations—you’ve just encountered one of the most enduring and conveniently one-sided gender myths in history.

This notion has been whispered in Greek symposia, scribbled in medieval manuscripts, and reinforced by sitcom dads sighing “Yes, dear” since at least the Paleolithic era.

And yet, for a society supposedly obsessed with facts and logic, we’ve done a terrible job actually answering the question.

So let’s do that. Are women actually complaining more?

Are men just not listening? And if women’s complaints are so annoying, why does every love song written by a man sound like a diary entry about not getting enough attention?

Let’s break it down.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the German theologian who tried to kill Hitler and got executed for it, left us with a terrifying idea: stupidity is a greater threat to humanity than evil.

It sounds absurd. Surely, genocidal dictators, war criminals, and sociopathic billionaires are the real problem?

Not exactly.

Evil, as horrifying as it is, requires effort.

It has to plan, manipulate, and strategize.

But stupidity? Stupidity doesn’t need to do anything. It just exists. And because it exists, evil thrives.

Stupidity is not a lack of intelligence. It’s a lack of moral courage.

It is what happens when people stop thinking for themselves and surrender their minds to the mob.

It is passive, cowardly compliance disguised as loyalty and common sense. And worst of all? Stupid people don’t know they’re stupid.

That’s why stupidity is not only more dangerous than evil—it’s evil’s most powerful weapon.

I once met a woman named Bette Sue, who was about to marry a man named Davy.

And Bette Sue, God bless her, was unraveling at the seams.

She had lost 15 pounds in a matter of weeks, hadn’t slept in longer than that, and gagged whenever she tried to eat. It wasn’t food poisoning; it was something worse—the slow, sickening dread of realizing your world might not be what you thought it was.

She had no hard evidence. No lipstick on the collar.

No hotel receipts stuffed into a jacket pocket. Just an unshakable gut feeling that something was wrong. “This wasn’t supposed to be my life,” she sobbed, which is a thought that precedes every Greek tragedy and at least 70% of bad country songs.

To make matters worse, she wasn’t just marrying Davy.

She was also set to adopt his children—the only mother figure they had ever known. And now, she was wondering if she’d been playing the part of ‘reliable caretaker’ while someone else was cast as ‘passionate affair partner.’

She needed answers. And because human suffering is oddly predictable, science has already cataloged them.

In a world where swiping right is practically a reflex, neurodiverse relationships are finding their own unique groove.

From sensory-friendly clubbing to practice dating programs, social media is percolating with fresh and dynamic ideas about how neurodivergent folks can connect, date, and build relationships.

Forget generic dating advice—the neurodiverse community is rewriting the rules of love, and it's about time!

In a world where relationships come with an instruction manual that no one actually reads, Living Apart Together (LAT) is the quiet revolution whispering, "What if love doesn’t require a shared utility bill?"

You love your partner, but you also love your personal space. You’re committed, but you don’t think commitment means arguing about who left crumbs in the bed.

And here’s the beautiful part: you’re not weird. You’re just ahead of your time.

Welcome to LAT, where love isn’t measured in square footage.

New York—where love stories are as diverse as the skyline, rent is astronomical, and the subway tests even the strongest relationships.

Here, Living Apart Together (LAT) isn’t just a quirky relationship style; it’s often a practical necessity.

You love your partner, but you also love your space.

You want intimacy without arguing over thermostat settings or whose turn it is to take out the trash.

And guess what? That’s not just okay—it might be the secret to a thriving relationship.

Welcome to LAT in New York, where love isn’t measured in shared square footage, but in intention, connection, and choice.

So, here we are, America. Land of the free, home of the medicated.

Nearly 14% of working-age adults—adults!—now report having been diagnosed with ADHD at some point in their lives.

This is according to the latest research published in the Journal of Attention Disorders, which, if we’re being honest, is probably a thrilling read, assuming you can focus long enough to get through it.

Fourteen percent! Let that sink in.

There is a new breed of men stalking the internet—slick, pugnacious, and deeply convinced that women have gotten too much, taken too far, and left them stranded in the dust.

They call themselves men, warriors, seekers of lost honor.

But the data says something different.

They are, more often than not, young, spurned, and utterly enthralled by the gospel of "manfluencers"—those digital preachers of the manosphere, the loudspeakers of a movement that whispers to the wounded male ego and tells it precisely what it wants to hear: It’s not your fault, kid. It’s them.

By now, we all know that alcohol is basically social lubricant in a bottle.

It smooths out the rough edges, adds a touch of charisma you don’t actually possess, and makes that guy from accounting seem hilarious.

But is drinking with others actually more fun? Or is that just the booze whispering sweet nothings in your ear? A new study published in Psychopharmacology (Molla et al., 2024) suggests that, yes, alcohol makes social interactions feel better—but the magic really happens when both people are drinking.

This is great news if your idea of a good time involves cocktails and camaraderie. It’s also, perhaps, a cautionary tale.

Kurt Vonnegut once said, "There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind." If he had been a marriage therapist, he might have added, "...especially when you’re lonely, married, and wondering how you ended up in this existential mess."

Because loneliness in marriage is real.

You can be in a legally binding, till-death-do-us-part arrangement and still feel utterly alone. But before you throw your wedding ring into the nearest body of water, let’s talk about a little miracle drug called gratitude. And its scrappy sidekick, forgiveness.

A recent study published in the Journal of Sex & Marital Therapy suggests that gratitude and forgiveness can weaken the corrosive effects of loneliness on marital satisfaction (Leavitt et al., 2025).

While they don’t seem to work their magic on the sexual relationship (sorry, no gratitude-fueled orgasms here), they do help keep the overall marriage from spiraling into despair.

Let’s talk about love.

The kind of love that starts with spontaneous weekend road trips and endearing forgetfulness—until you realize you’re the one who has to pay the speeding tickets and remember to buy toilet paper for the third time this week.

A new study out of Hebrew University of Jerusalem (Zeides Taubin et al., 2025) confirms what many women in relationships with ADHD-diagnosed men have long suspected: life with a partner who has attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) can be an adventure, but it often comes at a cost. Specifically, a higher risk of depression and a lower overall quality of life.

Now, I hear you.

Relationships are tough for everyone, ADHD or not.

But this study found that these women reported more severe mental health struggles than even caregivers of partners with schizophrenia, major depressive disorder, or stroke.

That’s not just “a little extra stress.” That’s an “I feel like I’m drowning” level of exhaustion.