2013

Ryan and Toby hate each other, but love is never really about how things look from the outside.

A man’s inarticulate defense of rape led me to a more honest reckoning with the frustration of sex scarcity — one that justifies nothing, but that nearly every straight man has felt.

The hemline as mind-reader: what that inch or two above the knee tells me about how she saw herself when she got dressed.

She was trying to be less sketchy. I was trying to be less sketchy. We met on SeekingArrangement.

Sofia describes, in her own words, how she went from blog reader to distant buddy — and what, exactly, she wanted from me all along.

Room 909. A hotel room, a command, a wait that I can’t sustain, and a first time that leaves marks.

Where shame comes from, and why I need it.

A bit of housekeeping on the e-mail delivery front.

A new Tumblr, devoted to the GIFs that move me.

I don’t want to bend you to my will. I want your will to curl into mine like shrink-wrap — no distance, no submission, just utter harmony. Maybe that’s not dominance. Maybe it’s just infantile.