2012

I have a friend. Like many women – like most women I know, horrifyingly – she’s been raped. Like even more (I can’t substantiate that with a citation, but I believe it to be true), she has the occasional rape…

to acknowledge that my last post was my 500th post since I started this blog. That’s a lot of posts.

Dan Savage wrote a column last week arguing, forcefully, that polyamory isn’t a sexual orientation. This seems to me akin to “presenting both sides of the evolution debate,” granting some basic structural plausibility to a ridiculous assertion, the mere speaking aloud…

I wrote the other day about how I sometimes use porn (and, incidentally, used commercial sex) not when I’m feeling intense sexual desire, but when I’m deep on the opposite side of the desire spectrum, when I’m feeling pain, numb,…

I love ’em tiny. Some while back, I wrote about my insane, unquenchable, out-of-the-blue hunger for a redhead. Any redhead. I wrote that I don’t usually crave a type – sometimes I crave sex, and sometimes I crave sex with…

Porn’s funny. Conventional wisdom holds that we use porn when we’re horny. But this isn’t quite right, I think. I mean, I know it’s not quite right for me, and I suspect it’s not right for many. I use porn in…

It’s Thanksgiving, here in the US, and I’m genuinely thankful for much: 1. Above all, family: nuclear AND extended. We all are crazy, but I truly love my family. 2. Friends: I’m lucky to have tremendous, awesome friends, both in…

Remember Mara? The Israeli chick who came with Jen and me to Le Trapeze? Well, she and I had a hot night together (also with Jen, at least for part of it), that I haven’t been able to post about…

I sat in Starbucks putting the final touches on a gift for T. A woman ran in and in a frenzied, panicked voice, screamed, “Is there a doctor in here? Is there a nurse in here? Is there a doctor…