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The perils of being a slut who writes about it: everyone feels special to me, but the blog makes everyone look the same.

As the plane descends into L.A., I catalog everything I know about her — and everything I don’t yet.

For years, I never fucked another woman — not out of principle, but because fucking was never the thing I wanted. Then that started to change.

If you liked the hot yoga video, here’s another. And a funny one, too.

A guy at the gym paid me a compliment, and it made my day.

CraigsList, hotel rooms, and the education of a sexually self-aware man, one blowjob at a time.

What I do while you look down at me.

Guilty as charged: I’m a fetishist of lists. Here are two.

She’s self-conscious about her grey hair. I have some ideas about that.

Writing has replaced paying for sex as my compulsive, stolen-moments fix. Shame is my disease; exposure, my antidote.