Ghosts
I hate being ghosted. It shakes my sense of connection, judgment, and even cosmology.
Read moreThinks I think
I’m scared
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Despite transforming my relationship to food and fitness over decades, maintaining my body now feels like an exhausting and resented obsession.
Read moreThe focus should be on why Trump sent a note to Epstein and the meaning of ‘enigmas’ in it, rather than its authenticity.
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I’ve entereda new developmental phase: fantasizing about scenarios that can’t, shouldn’t, or won’t happen.
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Online engagement with me, and with my blog, has diminished to next-to-nothing!
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I like the image. But Trump is no Hitler. Hitler had beliefs. He’s more like Peron, or Pinochet, or Mussolini.
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Reflections on the personal and psychological dimensions of oral sex and the sense of exploration and power it brings.
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Fourteen years since climbing out of the wreckage, and I’ve never felt more alive—despite the limp, the pain, the aging. Death is a constant companion, sure, but so is desire, vitality, absurd good fortune, and the bittersweet weight of knowing I’m right at the peak.
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A momentary lapse of reason about Serena.
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