2013

Two, not mine. One, 25, blonde. She’s tiny, probably was a ballerina.  She wears black yoga pants and a green leotard. She’s slender, has tiny breasts. An amazing ass for someone with such minimal curves. Her face is angular. I…

I’ve drunk at the altar of Freud. Or, maybe more accurately, Freud is my bartender. I believe in the unconscious. Profoundly. I speak the language of psychoanalysis, in all of its weird, uncomfortable-making ways. I believe in the universality of…

I recently found myself thinking about this trope. Do girls really prefer “bad boys”? What does that mean? This question has come up twice in the last week in the context of the “father” part of my tagline, up above.…

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Pubescent girls affect me in ways I wish they didn’t. Here are some thoughts about all that.

Her boots, to the top of her calves, in leggings, to the bottom of her soft suede coat, stuffed with her silken paisley scarf, wrapped around her caramel neck, with her wispy hair tucked into her scarf, framing her high…

I love how they show off your body. How they cling to your calves, your knees, your thighs. I love how, when you wear them, I see – I can’t not see – the curve of your ass, your hips, your thighs.…

Even more than sex, or commercial sex, during my days of “addiction,” I was compelled by web sites about sex, web sites that promised sex. There are a few categories of these, ranging from the utopian ones that promise free…

Will she be early? Will she be late?

I told the tale in one post. V split it into two. The first was here. The second, here: I’m surprised at how visible the club is.  I always assumed these places were hidden behind secret doors in bars, in…