2012

The other day, I watched. Today, I want to be lazy, to relax. But differently. I want you to tie me up. My arms, tied to the bed. My legs, spread, my ankles, cuffed. Movement should be impossible. I want…

You are one of my gurus. Probably, the one who has influenced me most. And I’m a guy with some real gurus. You are great, give great sex and relationship advice, and write great books (The Kid may well be…

Thick, black, silken hair, two or three inches above my head. Brown eyes,a tiny nose stud. A wide forehead, high cheekbones, asiatic eyes. Narrow cheeks descending into a pointy chin. A tiny mouth, puckered, decorated with gloss. Denim jacket, covering…

What is it about burlesque that I don’t like? I know I’m supposed to like it. It’s what we intelligent, feminist, sex-positive people are supposed to want our stripping ladies (and gents) to look like, to do. The gradual, oh-so-artful,…

I want to drink in your body. To see you move, walk, bend, sit, lie. To watch as the curves of your flesh press against the fabric you wear. I want to see you make the transition in your day,…

“Have you read Love and Kink, by Guy New York?” “No, should I?” “Sooooo good…. Shocked at how good it was.” “But here’s the problem: I just don’t get turned on reading something by someone I can’t imagine fucking.” This…

I’ve written about jealousy before, and I fear I have little new to add on the subject, but it’s feeling salient, so I guess I’ll do one of my periodic revisitations of the subject. Here is how I experience jealousy:…

If you’ve been keeping score at home, wisdom, thus far, has prevailed.  But folly is mounting a tremendous rally. Do you have thoughts on the matter?

Here’s an experience.  Perhaps you’ve had it.  Me?  It happens to me shockingly often. I write something.  It might be a general something.  It might be a tweet or “subtweet.”  Maybe it’s a little sarcastic.  More often, it’s not.  More…

Synchronize watches. In exactly twenty minutes, commence masturbating. I will be thinking of you; you will be thinking of… me? First to send a thank-you e-mail wins.