2012

A hiccough, a drink with her husband, and we’re back in business.

A fantasy I sent to a woman I hadn’t yet met.

She’s finicky, bossy, a little whiny — and she wanted a leash around her neck.

A cab ride I’d like to take.

The city feeds me with an endless stream of beautiful people.

Writing about my sex life makes me feel alive. There’s a lot, though, you’ll never read.

I have more in common with Jeffrey Dahmer than I’d like to admit.

Strip clubs are like shrines to a notion of male desire that is almost completely unappealing to me.

Intelligence, confidence, complete submission, grammar, yoga pants, and a very long list of other things.