Musing

This.

Esther Perel talks about infidelity without demonizing anyone, and gets it exactly right.

Advice I wish I’d had, or taken, years ago.

Things I wish I’d known earlier about desperation, hunger, confidence, and rejection.

The season of skirts, yoga pants, and bare legs — and a meditation on the pleasures of the male gaze that tries, at least, to be honest about itself.

I stole this idea shamelessly from Cammie: what makes me sexy. I led with my weaknesses, because that felt right. Then I got to the good stuff.

What gets me hard isn’t your body — it’s knowing you need me to do what I’m about to do to it.

I’m told I’m intimidating. This always amuses me. What’s intimidating you isn’t me — it’s what’s inside of you that I touch.

Your voice matters more than your face, your body, any of it. I keep trying to articulate why, and I’ll keep failing, and I’ll keep trying.

My superpowers include orgasmic control, cunnilingus, and doing anything other than what I probably should be doing.