July 2012

It’s bad enough to be a geeky stalker. It’s so much worse to be a bad one.

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

One of the loneliest parts of my secret life was all the interesting shit I couldn’t talk about with T.

This blog creates a distorted picture of me as a hypersexual free agent. The truth is far more complicated, and far more interesting, and it starts with T.

A reader has questions about Le Trapeze, sex addiction, and going to a swing club while pregnant. I have answers.

She read my blog, put two and two together, and offered me a blowjob. I have a policy about that.

A mother and daughter, competing for my gaze.

People always want to label themselves: swinger, poly, kinkster, slut. I hate labels.