July 2012

It’s Frisky Friday again — show me what you’ve got.

The list of those to whom I owe amends is long, and I can’t undo the past — but I can try to improve on it.

C’s delightfully compliant, and she writes about her orgasms almost as well as she has them.

T had a date. I stayed home, meditated, and sat with the ugly progression of emotions that followed.

She’s still in the hospital, still fighting — fever, infection, and the gravitational pull of the life she left. She needs your help.

A reader raises some fair questions about whether my friend’s story is legit. I answer them.

If E.L. James was your gateway drug, let me be your heroin.

Blood doesn’t bother me. Tampon strings, on the other hand, are a different story entirely.

She’s young, bratty, and doesn’t give me what I ask. She will pay the price.

She won’t accept my help, but she needs it. Please help me help her.