March 2014

The best sex tips have nothing to do with anatomy.

What makes me look, and what makes me keep looking, aren’t the same thing.

The volatile narcissism of self-esteem: how quickly I can swing from buoyant to bereft, and back again, all on the evidence of women’s desire.

If you think me arrogant, there’s no meaningful objection I can offer. But I’m RIGHT, and they’re WRONG — which may well be true, but is rarely wise to say aloud.

A woman on the street reminds me of Jennifer, a woman I paid to suck my cock in her West Village apartment years ago, whose rough tongue and too-nice apartment and hedge fund boss I tried not to think too hard about.

There’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and I’m not always on the right side of it.

Winnicott nailed it, and so does every pseudonymous sex blogger who hits “publish.”

A roll call of my most devoted readers, and a nakedly narcissistic plea to know what keeps them coming back.

A proposal for a crowd-sourced database of rape accusations draws objections both legal and moral. I find the karmic objection compelling; the “false accusations” objection, less so.

A half-baked, possibly quarter-baked, idea about crowdsourcing accountability for rapists.