2013

Two women at my gym who make working out genuinely dangerous.

Freud is my bartender, and I’d like to tell you what he’s been serving me.

What girls wanted wasn’t badness. What they didn’t want was niceness. It took me decades to understand the difference.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all under one roof.

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

Every shade of brown, from boot to lip.

I can’t not see you.

It wasn’t the sex I was addicted to — it was the endless, shimmering promise of it, glowing on screen after screen.

The agony of anticipation.

V continues her tale — kneeling, this time without hesitation, in a room full of strangers at Le Trapeze.