Musing

I’m going to write about kids and porn, and I want your help.

The evolution of my feelings about sex blog rankings: from desperate for recognition, to bitter about insufficient recognition, to something approaching genuine indifference.

What I wish someone had told me about sex and desire, and what I’m trying to figure out how to tell my kid.

I’m drafting my thoughts on “the talk,” but first, I want yours.

I never delete. It feels like an act of self-destruction, a crime against my own history.

I want to hurt someone. Not because she wants me to, but because I do.

A man on a train, his phone, and two young women — and the complicated sympathy of a recovering creep.

On objectification, the confusion it causes me, and the unexpected clarity that domination provides — and then takes away.

Sometimes N goes quiet while the other guy gets busy living. Here’s a chart to prove it.