N. Likes

A graphic novel about being a john, found on a neighbor’s doorstep — and what it gets right, and wrong, about the humanity of paying for sex.

Noms de whatever: the evolution from hiding behind “Grey” to being liberated by “N. Likes.”

Sometimes the best encounters last just long enough to leave you hard the rest of the night.

Wanting what I can’t have is the single thing that most torments me in life. And it’s never about them — it’s me.

She wrote this for me, and I’m not allowed to tell you who she is.

A late-night conversation that didn’t end nearly soon enough.

I saw her, and I couldn’t not look.

Sex is best when we use one another ruthlessly, and that’s precisely why it’s so hard with the people we love most.

She told me she wouldn’t fuck me. I told her to take it back. We’ve recovered nicely.

Liza dreamed I gave her directions on how to fuck D. I’m happy to make dreams come true.