Musing

Two women I see weekly, both gorgeous, both objects of my idle fantasies — and then one of them flirts with another guy, and I’m gutted, not because I want her, but because she didn’t want me.

Angela wasn’t satisfied with my first answer, so here’s my second attempt: sensation and power.

When I wrote this, the biggest sin we knew Deen to be guilty of was overabundance. It still reads well, as long as you know that times have changed my view.

What makes me look, and what makes me keep looking, aren’t the same thing.

The volatile narcissism of self-esteem: how quickly I can swing from buoyant to bereft, and back again, all on the evidence of women’s desire.

If you think me arrogant, there’s no meaningful objection I can offer. But I’m RIGHT, and they’re WRONG — which may well be true, but is rarely wise to say aloud.

There’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and I’m not always on the right side of it.

Winnicott nailed it, and so does every pseudonymous sex blogger who hits “publish.”

A proposal for a crowd-sourced database of rape accusations draws objections both legal and moral. I find the karmic objection compelling; the “false accusations” objection, less so.

A half-baked, possibly quarter-baked, idea about crowdsourcing accountability for rapists.