July 2013

A friend’s contribution: an ode to a woman on a bus, written with the precision of someone who notices everything and says nothing.

Everything is about sex. Except sex. Sex is about power.

She’s not perfect, but she’s perfect for me.

A subtle but important distinction about the nature of my desire.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

My cock isn’t the biggest, but at least it gives me a sense of humor.

A lascivious game of “I never,” played while a woman comes for me in Starbucks.

Politics, sex, sexting, and the question of just how fond of one’s penis is too fond.

A loyal reader’s compliment sends me down a predictable rabbit hole: am I endlessly self-reflective, or just endlessly self-absorbed?

Nothing like watching my stats climb while I’m busy doing anything but writing.