Musing

The question isn’t whether the orgasms are real, but whether the sounds are performed — and whether that distinction even matters.

Designed by addiction researchers, populated by women whose clits throb at lunch — Tinder may be my dream app.

A sexy young bartender asks me for marriage advice. My first instincts are not, shall we say, helpful. But then I get serious.

A formal, legislative approach to an informal, but important, subject.

Lust is like TV: it can educate, divert, or rot your soul. The trick is knowing which channel you’re on.

An exchange on OKCupid about dominance, submission, and feminism that I found… illuminating.

My ethical compass spins differently depending on the woman, the situation, the lies being told and to whom — and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.

I’ve never thought of myself as arrogant. Turns out, not everyone agrees.

My evolving opinions on a diagnosis that doesn’t actually exist.

Rejection makes me want a blow job from a stranger and a cigarette, in that order. Instead, I’m just sitting here, feeling it.