2014

A reader points me to an interesting project: women talking about, and demonstrating, how they get off — educational, not pornographic, though the line is, as always, blurry.

A sex worker writes about her experience, and it reads like the flip side of mine.

That’s all.

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.”

When smart people talk about porn, they often say dumb things. I hope to avoid that particular pitfall.