Musing

A gorgeous woman from Tinder writes me for advice about her vanilla boyfriend. I do my best, conflicted as I am.

A gazillion women, nothing but oral, all night long. I’m pretty sure I want to make it happen. What are the chances?

How can you be confident about avoiding the possibility of avoiding revenge porn when sending me porn? I make some promises….

She showed me everything, promised me more, and then vanished — not even a goodbye, just the silent void of a disappeared Tinder thread.

A man at the bottom of a stairway, looking up. I saw myself in him.

An unfinished, scattered meditation on sex trafficking — what I know, what I don’t, and the joyless workplaces that aren’t limited to the sex industry.

I’m cynical about politics, but net neutrality brings out the idealist in me. Also, there are porn stars.

My desire is many things, but one thing it is is fragile.

My childhood calligraphy error turned out to be more truth than mistake.