November 2013

How many of us are more than one person online, and why isn’t anyone studying this?

I’ve got a lot to be thankful for — family, material fortune, and, maybe most of all, the fact that I’ve mostly stopped being at war with myself.

Her ambivalence is rampant. Mine, vanquished.

The title pretty much says it.

Two encounters with impossible beauty, and nothing to do but be haunted.

I didn’t run from E’s ambivalence, and she rewarded me handsomely. Now she wants the blog — but that comes at a price.

Two flavors of shame — and neither is better, neither is harder.

I imagined, for just a nanosecond, outing myself as non-monogamous to a table of straight professionals. The moment passed.

Wallace Stevens — my favorite insurance executive — on concupiscent curds and horny feet.

The getting feels better than the having — and that realization explains more about me than I’m entirely comfortable with.