2015

She looked like a porcelain doll — red lips, red hair, pale skin. I thought we’d become friends. Turns out I’d only ever been a customer.

Bill Cosby was a childhood hero of mine. I’m trying to figure out what to do with that now.

Some questions about Ashley Madison, vigilantism, terrorism, and the particular way my mind works.

My body is reminding me I’m mortal, and my brain is responding in predictable, if unsettling, ways.

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.