Know what happens when radio hosts try to trap a sex-tech columnist into stupid answers to stupid questions? Dead air. Or silent bandwidth, as the case may be. I'm usually a more courteous guest than that, making it easier on the hosts to keep things noisy, but for some reason I just wasn't in the mood for it last night.
However, my visit on Red Bar Radio was not all about the stupid sex questions. If you want to hear my dulcet tones as I fence clumsily with FM morning show hosts, here's yesterday's show. My spot starts around 35 or 40 minutes into the two-hour program.
I've got a column in the works now after insight I gained on the show – thanks, Mike D. and crew! And Dani? You're a total pro. Thanks for everything. :)
