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Dan Savage explains monogamish-ness so much better than I can.

For most of us, sex is neither a sacrament nor a handshake. It’s something more interesting than either.

R sends me the sound of her coming, and then tells me, in words, exactly what she did. FUCK is this hot.

Two women on the subway, described in the only way I know how.

A drink, a bar, a finance guy, and a brunette with bright eyes – and somehow I end up explaining my marriage to both of them.

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My desire baffles me. E wants me, she doesn’t want me. My brain says run — but something deeper wants to convert her ambivalence into enthusiasm, even as I suspect I’m really just teeing myself up, again, for the crashing disappointment I secretly crave.

My cock speaks to me. I don’t always do what it says, but I always listen.

Sometimes I don’t want to touch. I just want to sit across from you, hard, and tell you what to do.

Sometimes sex is everything; sometimes it’s nothing. And sometimes I’m just wondering about everyone else’s.