N. Likes

Hy and I swap blog recommendations again — this month, I’m drawn to the cold, almost sociopathic detachment of a john in Amsterdam, and to the sharp voices of sex workers writing about their own lives.

Pandora knows me better than I know myself.

The Times called Olivia Pope a “home wrecker,” and it pissed me off.

An exchange on OKCupid about dominance, submission, and feminism that I found… illuminating.

My ethical compass spins differently depending on the woman, the situation, the lies being told and to whom — and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.

I wrote Belle Knox a nice letter, and she never wrote back. Steve Martin knows exactly how I feel.

A simple request, really.

I want thirty more minutes of her time, and I know exactly how I want her to spend them.

Sometimes a GIF is so fucking hot you have to break your own rules. Twice.

Five minutes at a time, five times over, no coming. I like to be precise in my instructions.