December 2011

Some sex toys are easier to hide than others.

It was quite a year.

As a kid, I snooped everywhere. Now that my son’s reaching snooping age, I’m thinking about what he’ll find.

Sometimes the high road gets you exactly where you wanted to go.

We privilege jealousy over all other painful emotions, and we don’t even notice we’re doing it.

I don’t believe in palm reading, but a beautiful woman told me things she couldn’t possibly have known.

Thank you, Hitachi.

She does as I ask. And then she says the thing that makes a tentative dom go weak in the knees.

L has started a blog, and I’m even more compelled to write.

Strip blackjack in an hourly hotel. The house always wins.