2012

“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning.  I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more reps, let alone twelve. She leaned down in front of me, her cleavage in my face.  “I know you can,”…

“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning.  I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more reps, let alone twelve. She leaned down in front of me, her cleavage in my face.  “I know you can,”…

Liza sent me a very thoughtful note on the question of sympathetic-ness and authenticity, in which she raised a number of questions – many of which I expect I’ll return to in the coming days.  But for this post, I…

Another thought about what sometimes puts people off about me, about this blog:  my experience is a bit scary.  Some people radiate joy and decadence and hedonism – like Violet & Rye, and Liza, and L. Me, I have lots…

Thanks, Dan Savage, for contributing this word (and not just Santorum) to our language. L is working through her shit.  She and her husband are on a road that’s not the same one T and I are on, that doesn’t…

But perhaps for you?  What a funny name for a woman from The ussr.  (I thought the USSR had dissolved – maybe even before Keene was born.  Hmmmm.  I wonder if she’s for real.)  She does look hot.  Maybe I’ll…

What makes us jealous? For me, it’s invariably the fear that I’ll be jettisoned, whether because of some genuine shortcoming of mine or, more likely, simply because someone else has more, better than I do. But it boils down not…

Lately, I’ve been thinking a bit about how money works, about how it can simultaneously deliver and undermine fantasies. As I’ve written about before, my ultimate fantasy is endless oral sex with endless women.  And I’m a lucky guy –…

I just want you to like me. I’ve written before about the relationship between my desire to be seen, not to be judged, and to be desired and approved affirmatively. I was talking with L about this blog, about my hunger…

Before I say anything, you should know that I’m writing this with T next to me, moaning as she applies the Hitachi Magic Wand to herself for a little post-coital bliss.  “It’s not like a human,” she just declared.  “It’s…