Musing

A meditation on the near-impossibility of the no-strings blowjob for the average married man.

I love the sensation of my hand fully covering a breast, leaving none to spill out the side.

Michael Fassbender’s soulless, brilliant performance yanks my heart out — it captures so much of what I remember from that time in my life.

Questions my son will ask me one day, and how I’ll answer them.

What I think when I see a great ass in leggings is not what you might expect. It’s conceptual, not explicit — and that distinction may explain more about me than I’d like.

Ryan and Toby hate each other, but love is never really about how things look from the outside.

A man’s inarticulate defense of rape led me to a more honest reckoning with the frustration of sex scarcity — one that justifies nothing, but that nearly every straight man has felt.

The hemline as mind-reader: what that inch or two above the knee tells me about how she saw herself when she got dressed.

Sofia describes, in her own words, how she went from blog reader to distant buddy — and what, exactly, she wanted from me all along.

Where shame comes from, and why I need it.