May 2012

I have written before about my trouble with words like “lover” and “play.”  I was listening to myself think on the subject just now (in flagrante delicto) and I realized that I really like the adolescent construction:  “fooling around.”  It’s…

Policy:  Don’t travel to fuck someone you haven’t met. Yesterday, as T was reading over the e-mails and chats I’ve been exchanging with the woman I’ll call “P,” T shook her head admiringly and said, “I think you should go…

Over the last thirty-six hours, T and I have been blessed with a couple of unusual sex opportunities, due to a confluence of playdates and grandparental custody.  Friday at 7 pm, we lay on our bed, typing on our computers…

L has lamented (chuckled at?) – or is it lamented (chuckled at?) – my “flock of tweeties.”  Currently, there are exactly three women with whom I regularly exchange sexy e-mail.  One, I’ve been doing it with for about a year. …

I saw the following question on Formspring the other day, asked by Harper Eliot, the former Lady Grinning Soul, and author of the terrific, newly relocated blog “It Girl. Rag Doll”: If you’re sleeping with someone whose partner doesn’t know,…

I was walking down the street the other day, and, on the doorstep of a neighbor, I saw Paying for It:  A Comic-Strip Memoir About Being a John, a graphic novel by Chester Brown. I picked up the book and…

Long before 50 Shades of Grey made Mr. Grey famous the world over (as a dom in a piece of dreck, best I can tell – I haven’t read the book), I was known as Mr. Grey.  Grey, or occasionally…