Whether dining out for a romantic date or showing your love by preparing someone a special meal, there is no question that eating is a sensual act. But some foods have earned special distinction as super sexy libido boosters. For our Food & Sex issues, the Ms. Fit editorial staff decided to put the sexiest foods to the test.

When people say “tastes like chicken,” I don’t know what they’re talking about—though I do remember glaring at bites of it during dinner table stand-offs until Mom, frustrated, sent me to bed. When I was pregnant, then when our first daughter was born and solely nursing, my friends and relatives kept asking if I was going to “make” her become a vegetarian when she moved on to food.

There are many different ways to be physically intimate with people, but there’s only one sexual technique that has its own day of recognition.  October 21^st is celebrated around the world as International Fisting Day, a day when, according to the official website, “bloggers, artists, activists, journalists, and fisting lovers all over the world come together to celebrate this beloved and controversial sex act.”

We met for coffee at a shop just three blocks away. I could usually get there in less than two minutes, but on that particular Thursday, it was the longest three blocks of my life. I could hear my thighs eek with each step, and my muscles stretched like rubber bands that are then popped back into place. My arms swung back and forth like they normally do, but my upper body and my back hurt just even taking in a breath. It was the day after I took my first pole dancing class and though I was in pain, I felt pretty damn good.

The coffee shop was full, but I saw my friend near the window. I grabbed some coffee and winced as I made my way up onto the stool.

“You good?” He asked and I told him about the pole dance I had taken the night before. Told him through a smile while I stretched my arms over my head. This is how professional athletes must feel after a big game.

“It may be the feminist in me,” he said, “but that’s stupid.”

Halfway through our personal training session my client became disoriented, unfocused, and weepy. Before we began working together she told me that she was a trauma survivor. We were stretching in a peaceful studio when she became overwhelmed with emotion.

“I don’t understand why this is happening now,” she said.

“You brought your body with you,” I reminded her.