September 2013

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When I see a hot woman with a great ass in tight black leggings, what I think is not explicitly sexual. I don’t imagine bending her over and fucking her (although, for sure, I would enjoy doing so). I don’t…

Sofia offered a woman’s perspective, and a thoughtful one, too. It’s true that women can “obtain sex” quite easily. Differently than men, we can go to just about any place and find someone to fuck if we show we’re interested…

On my block, there are two little boys, each just a little more than a year old. Their parents are good friends. As 14-month-olds do, they often play in parallel to one another. Most of their personal interactions feature swats,…

I read, recently, a discussion of rape in the comments on a blog post (I can’t track down the blog to send you there, but the truth is, neither the post nor the comments were really compelling). But among the…

There’s an inch or two, between a woman’s thigh and her knee, in which she reveals (in which I imagine she reveals) her state of mind when dressing. Did she think of herself as a sexual being? A seductress? Did…

“I’m trying to be less sketchy,” she said, explaining why she didn’t feel she could/should suck my cock in a hotel room procured solely for that purpose just minutes after we met. She certainly didn’t look sketchy: she wore a…

A few readers have asked just how my distant buddy relationships work, what I get out of them, what my distant buddies get. It should be said that, today, I have exactly one ongoing distant buddy. I have a couple…

I hand you the hotel room key. “It’s room 909,” I say. “When you get there, take your clothes off, and lie, spread-eagled, on the bed. Close your eyes, and wait.” You do as I ask. You lie, waiting. Your…

The other day, I wrote about some of my self-destructive impulses, about how, when lonely, I sometimes act (and often feel compelled to act) in ways that simultaneously exacerbate the sense of loneliness and make me feel responsible for that…