January 2015

I caved to the whiners and changed my colors. Tell me what you think.

Green eyes with flecks of orange, and what happens when you look away.

I don’t think people deserve to be killed for what they say. But I think people have a responsibility when they open their mouths, or pick up their pens.

In which I am schooled by two very sexy baristas.

Two scenes from 1986 that shaped my sexuality — and that I didn’t really let myself understand for another twenty-five years.

The happy circle of attention and compliance, and the women who break it.

What is the definition of “dominant”? Well, I don’t really give a fuck. The salient question is, “What does my dominance look like?”

Two women in cotton dresses, standing against a wall, waiting for me.

Monogamy is ascendant as a sacred cow, and the fact of rampant infidelity is taken as evidence not of a problem with how we think about fidelity, but of widespread depravity.

What I mean by “respect” is not a universally agreed-upon set of norms. Here’s what I mean.