2013

I write this blog. Some people read it. It’s intimate, self-disclosing, ruminative. I write about what I think and what I do. Inevitably, people who read the blog think they know me. And sometimes, even more oddly, imagine I know…

A couple of questions: 1) Do you believe that one can make a positive, self-actualizing decision to do sex work? 2) (How) is sex work different from other forms of manual labor, or labor involving one’s body? Just to ponder….…

We men are like a kid running with scissors: irresponsible and dangerous.

Earlier today, I posted some definitions of words, or rather, not so much “definitions” as a guide to how I use those words, to what they mean to me. I defined “compulsion,” and “addiction,” and “acting out.” Here’s another one,…

I throw around words in highly specific ways in reference to myself, and in recent days, in a couple of different conversations, I’ve realized that I’m not always clear about what I mean. Without any claim to “correctness” or “accuracy”…

A few weeks ago, I posted on teen sexuality and the responses it engenders in adults. A thoughtful (female) reader sent me this response, which I post for your reading pleasure, without comment. Ladies, what are your thoughts? (And I…

I know I’ve written about it before, and I doubt I have much new to say, but it’s the nature of this blog that from time to time I circle back and reiterate things previously said, only slightly differently. You…

There is one thing in life I fear more than anything else. One feeling worse than any other: the pang of rejection. It is, for me, bodily. In its anticipation, my heart quickens, my chest tightens, my shoulders hunch, I…

I’m good. Really good. Internet is spotty, writing infrequent. But life is good. More anon.

This is a message to my male readers. I’ll have more to say about this in the coming days. But, in the mean time, in case you missed it: