For instance: coital amnesia. Neurologist Russell Lane records two cases of this rare disease in a recent article in the medical journal Neurosurgery and Psychiatry. "During these events," he writes (and you know what events he's referring to), "the patient would repeatedly ask questions such as 'what are we doing?,' 'what time of year is it?' and 'what time of day is it?'" Pretty romantic, huh? Makes even the bad sex I've had look like a scene from "Kama Sutra"

And then there's Tantric sex. Now, I have some theories about all this New Age crap which, thankfully, I won't get into right now, but one thing needs to be said, fast: Tantric Sex — 'The Official Sex of the New Age' — just ain't gonna cut it. I mean, Tantric sex has its time and its place, Brahmans can have all the Tantric sex they want and you won't hear a peep out of me, but for us normal folks, it's no replacement for a little sumpthin'-sumpthin', if you know what I'm sayin'. We want the missionary position and nothing the Dalai Lama's gonna say is going to change that.

The upside of Tantric sex, however, is the promise of multiple orgasms — that is, male multiple orgasms, a phenomenon I've been hearing a lot of lately. Apparently it's real, and Douglas Abrams Arava and Taoist Master Mantak Chia have been kind enough to disclose the secret of the Triple Lindy, or whatever they want to call it, in their new book, "The Multi-Orgasmic Man" — which has, for obvious reasons, gotten a lot of press lately.

Also getting a little media attention this week: Nerve magazine. Now, I've said it before and I'll say it again, Nerve is da bomb. It bills itself as "literate smut," and features articles about things like inmate sex and homeless sex, by sex celebs like Norman Mailer and Jocelyn Elders. Salon gave them their well-deserved props in a review this week.

And while you're there, check out Barbara Nitke's "Memoirs of a Porn Photographer" — a really tragic piece about the sad lives of porn stars. I bet if they had a telethon, people would watch.