2017

I’m continuing to fantasize about my upcoming date. In this post, I mull a couple of ways we might combat some painful structural limitations we will face during our date.

I like most people. It’s not hard for me to muster attraction. But ugh.

A beautiful, shiny woman in a bar….

It’s a bitch. Jack Kornfield once gave a talk in which he described his (and my) experience of it in which he said that it just isn’t particularly responsive remediation. It’s more like a fundamental fact than a response to…

A beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.

I have a date coming up for which I’m quite excited. In this post, I tackle the question of what my date will wear.

We are better than our so-called president would have you believe. We will demonstrate that to you. I believe this.

I had a great date, and then, I found myself confronting how much I fucking hate rejection and abandoment. Even as it’s not clear that either is happening.

Hot girls wanted

Our national painkiller addiction epidemic is actually a pain epidemic.