December 2012

A farewell to e[lust], and to the tireless Dangerous Lilly, who made the sex blogosphere a little smaller and a lot more connected.

Prenegotiated sex, a magic wand, and a very good morning.

I have had a lot of sex with a lot of people, some of whom I’ve barely known. I get tested. And I don’t stress. Here’s how I think about the risks of sex.

The only sexually transmitted infection that scares me is HIV. Here’s why.

Three questions, no simple answers, and the honest admission that hanging a flag doesn’t summon a gazillion great sex partners.

Salad night with Mara, a chair across the room, and a story she told me with her hands on her knees.

She’s right, you know. Our egos are fragile, and the ways we use women to shore them up range from pathetic to criminal.

Ukelele! Ukelele! Ukelele!

At nineteen, I was stroking my cock with one hand and reaching for my calculator with the other.

The dirtiest story I’ve ever written, and I didn’t even have to write it.