Musing

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.

The ethics of fucking someone else’s partner aren’t mine to police. But the practical risks? Those I think about.

I keep promising Sofia something simple, and I keep failing to deliver. The why of it is more interesting than the failure itself.

It’s cowgirl, and I’ll tell you exactly why — but there are exceptions.

My official position on failure to launch, once and for all.

I’m a word guy. So it’s not surprising that word tattoos are the ones that most often turn me on.

She asked me, mid-blowjob, what I like so much about having my cock sucked. It’s a harder question than you might think.