Musing

The thrill of seeing what’s hidden, and why a willing peek beats a stolen glance every time.

Playboy taught me wrong, and then porn corrected me. But when it comes to pictures, I’m still my younger self: show me everything, but hide the grail.

If I feel pleasure in someone else’s suffering, it’s a bad sign — about me.

I definitely have anger issues toward women. Here’s how they work, and how paying for sex fits in.

Curls aren’t my thing because they’re natural. They’re my thing because they’re not.

Not much writing lately, but plenty of thinking — about rage, empathy, orgasms, and happy hookers.

No fun, in the absence of pleasing.

An interesting take on sex addiction that resonates with me.

I keep finding myself wanted but not needed, or needed but not wanted. You’d think I’d learn to stop arranging it that way.

Chryssie Hynde said something dumb about something dumb she did, and I wish she’d said it better.