Musing

Mine is, best I can tell, the only substantive male sex blog out there. Why doesn’t Google know?

The five remembrances.

The virtues of mass transit.

Writer’s block is a bitch.

I swapped the subway for a bike, and lost two hours of daily writing time. So naturally, I built an AI-powered voice memo pipeline to recapture it.

The core fantasy is unchanged, cast in amber. But my relationship to it — and to the distance between fantasy and reality — has shifted profoundly.

To what extent is what’s good for the goose truly what’s good for this particular gander?

The challenge of reinventing strip clubs to appeal to today’s patrons.

I walk away in fear.

I find that if I mine my interactions with, and feelings about, various women in my life, I can learn a lot of interesting stuff. Mostly around my fear and uncertainty in dating.