April 2014

My ethical compass spins differently depending on the woman, the situation, the lies being told and to whom — and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.

I wrote Belle Knox a nice letter, and she never wrote back. Steve Martin knows exactly how I feel.

A simple request, really.

I want thirty more minutes of her time, and I know exactly how I want her to spend them.

Sometimes a GIF is so fucking hot you have to break your own rules. Twice.

Five minutes at a time, five times over, no coming. I like to be precise in my instructions.

I’ve never thought of myself as arrogant. Turns out, not everyone agrees.

Thirty minutes with Sofia, and I know exactly how I want each one spent.

A fan letter to a porn star I admire — for her work, yes, but even more for her words.

A Playboy mention, some flattering analytics, and a meditation on what happens when strangers actually stick around.