N. Likes, Author at My Dissolute Life

Boobday

My friend Hy, over at the other dissolute sex blog, has an awesome feature. Every Friday, she posts the breasts[…]

Brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail. (I love ponytails – they seem an invitation to imagine hair-pulling. Of the[…]

I was talking recently, with a couple of pre-teen girls. (Not in a creepy way. It was a dinner of[…]

I have a lot of Gmail accounts. I’m not, honestly, sure how many. In general, I have two personae on[…]

Happy Thanksgiving, Americans, and anyone who likes, you know, to be thankful. I like to, and today, I am. For[…]

Her ambivalence is rampant. Mine, vanquished. Most crudely, I collected her willingness, her compliance, her orgasms, even if only for[…]

That is all.

Twice today I found myself in the company of raw, debilitating (for me) beauty. In each case, the woman with[…]

I wrote about how I should run from E, whose ambivalence, I felt sure, spelled ruination for me (and for[…]

1. Cross your legs. That’s not very ladylike. Your cunt is shameful. Your sex is shameful. You are inherently shameful.[…]