Kevin Keck mines a rich vein of candid, confessional humor, hilariously recounting every grim detail of his absurd sexual history. Keck pulls no punches in describing his endless erotic experiments, fueled by his obsession to find a woman who satiates his inane grocery list of desires. In essays like 'Ass Backwards,' 'Wet, Hot Presbyterian Summer,' and 'I Was a Teenage Homosexual,' he skewers his eccentric mother (whose dildo he swipes), gets caught videotaping himself in the act of self-pleasure, and documents his plunge into the 'chorus of coming' on a sex party line.

For a driven hedonist like Keck, sexual taboos exist to be broken. Still he always pays a price through numbing guilt or fear of discovery—though neither prevents him from embarking on the next quest for love and orgasms. Keck's tableaux of sexual excess are rendered in vivid, unflinching language that marks the emergence of a new voice in contemporary humor that's both cuttingly comic and relentlessly revelatory.