2012

Fleshbot keeps sending people my way. If you’re one of them, welcome — stick around.

My relationship to money and desire, and the ingenious, self-defeating system I built to get the former without risking the latter.

A tour of the rub-and-tug establishments of my past, from the grim to the almost classy.

Not all of what I write is true. But all of it is real.

Eighteen thousand page views, a few charts, and proof of what a complete and total geek I am.

The things people google to find me are, mostly, parsing errors. But one searcher, I truly want to meet.

Michel Houellebecq, natural selection, and the frustrating economics of getting laid as a straight man.

I give an assignment: pack for a week away with me. Every layer, every accessory, every toy. Don’t hold back.

A piano player, a dark bar, a plane ticket, and a pair of panties balled up in my pocket.