2013

Part 2: Buying a pack Down that vortex, I’ve made whatever compromises with myself I need to cross the threshold, to buy the pack. This part of the process is unpleasant all around. Except for the impending fulfillment. As I…

She sits across from me. She wears yoga pants and a tank top. She’s 25, maybe 30, brunette. No wedding ring. She writes, almost frantically, in a notebook. (Lists, it looks like.) She has a slightly manic look in her…

A loyal reader asked me recently about loneliness, and I tossed off a quick response: “… in general, I don’t think of loneliness as one of my key issues.” Predictably, within a few hours of sending that e-mail, I began…

From time to time, T and I have met people using CraigsList. We have placed a variety of ads, but they span a pretty narrow range, generally communicating a bit about who and how we are, and a bit about…

I’m kind of a dominant guy. If you read about my sexual encounters, or about some of the instructions I like to give, you can’t miss it. But, as I’ve written before, I’m not sure that I’m a “Dom,” whatever…

If you can keep your head when all about you       Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,    But make allowance for their doubting too;   If you can wait…

My current funk surely is, in some ways, related to my somewhat diminished recent activity as “N.” Regular readers will have noticed that the blog has been more… ruminative… of late, featuring far fewer tales of exploits, and far more…

Part I: Craving I began this post, “I found myself wanting…” but I realized that “wanting” is an entirely amorphous state, a way of articulating a mental and bodily phenomenon that obscures, rather than reveals, its own essence. The question…

She’s 25, maybe 28. From South Asia, brown. Plain-looking. Her head is covered with a head scarf, navy blue, wrapped tight so as to contain every strand of hair. She wears unfashionable purple plastic glasses, behind which her brown eyes…

T left half a pack of cigarettes in the house while she was away. Apparently, I can’t resist half a pack of cigarettes right now. 🙁