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A plea for compassion from the man I am to the man I’ll become.

Advice I wish I’d had, or taken, years ago.

Things I wish I’d known earlier about desperation, hunger, confidence, and rejection.

What I like in porn, and why, hasn’t changed much over the years. It’s the progression that gets me.

Every six months or so, I fall ill. I’m ill. Here’s some old stuff while I recover.

V and I fuck in the big room, surrounded by sharks. I fall down on my job of protecting her.

The season of skirts, yoga pants, and bare legs — and a meditation on the pleasures of the male gaze that tries, at least, to be honest about itself.

Sofia sent me a video she knew would get me hard. She was right.

I stole this idea shamelessly from Cammie: what makes me sexy. I led with my weaknesses, because that felt right. Then I got to the good stuff.

Before I tell you what makes me sexy, let me lead with my weakness — arrogance, selfishness, stubbornness, a smaller-than-average cock, and a monotonous sexual repertoire, for starters.