July 2015

A scorching video from Sofia, and a detailed account of what it did to me.

Bad choices equal not feeling. Meditation equals feeling. I’m two scotches in.

I keep going back to New York’s oldest sex club — not because it’s hot, but because somewhere deep in my soul I think sex is bad, and at Le Trapeze, sex is everything.

Monogamy is hard. Ashley Madison is easy.

A man on the street asked me a question, and I happened to know the answer.

Bras that are the color of skin should not exist.

Self-appointed moral vigilantes threaten to expose millions, as if adultery were simple and cheaters all deserved the same punishment. It’s a sad story driven by pain, and it’s only going to get worse.

I wish she’d look up.

Restraints or blindfolds? Both, obviously. But if you add earphones, now we’re talking.

Today, I want to watch you. Stand before me. Show me everything, slowly.