2014

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.

In a hotel elevator, I told Graziella I hate writing about sex — and then, of course, I went ahead and wrote about the sex.

I bought my wife sexy boots. She wore them for me. I responded like an enormous doofus.

Sofia lives thousands of miles away, sends me more than my imagination could conjure, and does whatever I ask, smiling. Here she is.

If I had my way, I’d take an oral sex break a few times a day. Intercourse, though, is rarely something I desire until someone’s been licking or sucking for quite a while.