Musing

I never do anything so straightforward as simply wanting.

I re-read my own blog, and I liked it. But narcissism is more complicated than vanity — especially when your self-esteem hinges on whether you’re wanted, and how much, and by how many.

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.