Musing

Forget the quizzes — if your gut says something’s wrong, it is. Here’s what I actually find useful instead.

Misogynist lyrics, rape porn, Robin Thicke, and the difference between censoring desire and changing culture.

Pre-teen girls taught me a new word at dinner. I like it. I’m thirsty.

How many of us are more than one person online, and why isn’t anyone studying this?

Two flavors of shame — and neither is better, neither is harder.

I imagined, for just a nanosecond, outing myself as non-monogamous to a table of straight professionals. The moment passed.

The getting feels better than the having — and that realization explains more about me than I’m entirely comfortable with.

A partial catalog of things I like, and a clue to my name.

A reminder I need, again and again.

The only destruction I hope to do is situational, welcome, perhaps metaphorical.