February 2014

I haven’t touched her yet, but I’ve heard her come.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

Lily and I were together a lifetime ago, and our relationship taught me something I’m still learning: that caring for someone and fucking them well require very different muscles.

The memory of the Historian’s mouth on my cock haunts me, and the night ended on a Brooklyn block transformed into the 19th century.

Woody Allen makes me uncomfortable, and I’d rather not think about why.

Blaming addicts for their addictions is unhelpful. Judgment is just emotional dishonesty repackaged as truth.

Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death, and what I know about not being able to not.

Some thoughts on rape shield laws, hearsay, and why confronting one’s rapist in court shouldn’t be the price of justice.

I was wrong about Ashley Madison.

A reader in her 40s asks whether I prefer younger women. The honest answer is complicated, and has to do with the difference between 2-D and 3-D.