October 2014

I’ve had more massages than most humans – and more “massages,” too. The other day, I found myself wondering why a full-body massage leaves out the most interesting inches.

I want.

I have more questions than answers about objectification, but I think the questions themselves are worth sitting with.

I hate the word “consent,” even as I wholeheartedly endorse the concept behind it.

Sometimes the geekiest corners of my life intersect with the most dissolute ones — here, in my efforts to organize my Google Drive along the multiple axes of my fragmented existence.

Not one conversation but a lifetime of them — what I really mean when I say “the talk.”