Lawrence Lanoff's blog

This week, an Amsterdam style "coffee shop" opened in the US. It's the first of it's kind to test the Obama administration's relaxing of policing medical use of marijuana.

I'm all for it - and I don't even smoke pot. I'm hoping this marks the beginning of us Americans relaxing restrictions on things that help us to feel good.

The reality is that people like drugs. They always have. They always will. But, superstitious thinking has wrestled the naturalness of pleasure away from us.

My university social biology professor says, "Sperm is cheap. Psychotherapy is expensive." I couldn't agree more.

I grew up in the meat packing district of Manhattan's West Village in the 70's, so it makes sense that at the age of 11, my mom introduced me to her tantric master. She wanted to make sure she raised a son who was an excellent lover.

My first lesson: orgasm control.

Tantric master taught me to pulse, and contract the muscles around the anus and urethra the closer I get to orgasm - stopping myself just short of release - relaxing into the sweet orgasmic feelings.

Some big names in music confirmed their unintended involvement in torturing suspected terrorists. So this week, musicians got behind a Freedom of Information Act request to reveal an exact list of songs the government used to torture detainees in the war on terror.

According to some detainees subjected to the "acoustical bombardment", Britney Spears will be on the list and so will The Boss. There are a few songs I'm actually rooting for, like Shakira's She Wolf - accompanied with the full length video. No doubt, that's the equivalent of "shock and awe" in acoustical bombardment circles.