2012

A friend’s rape fantasy leads me to reckon with why hard fucking is, for me, a quick path to a lost erection.

Five hundred posts. That’s a lot of words about sex.

I don’t fit in among the polyamorists or the swingers — too earnest for the one crowd, not earnest enough for the other.

What if what I’ve always understood as infinite desire is actually infinite fear?

After a walk with L, I passed a tiny, curvy woman and was swamped with a very specific desire — not for her, exactly, but for the feeling of a small body yielding to my forcefulness.

Three ways I use porn, only one of which has much to do with being horny.

Family, blowjobs, women’s clothing, words, and you.

Mara went home to Israel, but she still sent me her orgasm.

A man dies on the street outside Starbucks, and I think about sex, death, and gratitude.