May 2013

Sex blogs, like rock bands, burn bright and flame out. I miss the ones that are gone.

An unremarkable woman on the train. Except.

A woman I’ve never met rejected me, and my body knew it before my mind did.

I used to hide behind your desires. Now I know what I want.

Over 500 posts deep, here’s a map for the newcomer — starting, naturally, with my cock.

I know the sting of jealousy well, but I’m shockingly blind to the jealousy I inspire in others.

Tits or ass? Yes.

Six categories of verbs, exposed.

Club magazine, Playboy, and Color Climax: a prepubescent education in escalation — and the discovery that porn’s real function was never to satisfy hunger, but to activate it.

I struggle with what to do when I admire women’s beauty. Take a picture? Draw a picture? Write a paragraph? Seriously…. what’s a boy to do?