Musing

V noticed I’ve gone quiet. She’s right. The signs are all there — less writing, less meditating, more porn, worse diet, and worst of all, I’ve been sneaking cigarettes.

Looks exist on a spectrum. Voice is binary.

On secrecy, privacy, parental spying, and Edward Snowden.

Some hard-won lessons about lying, value, and the different games men and women play at the juncture of sex and money.

I struggle with whether creep shots are violating of women’s privacy. I decide to behave as if they are, but I remain unconvinced….

A subtle but important distinction about the nature of my desire.

Politics, sex, sexting, and the question of just how fond of one’s penis is too fond.

A loyal reader’s compliment sends me down a predictable rabbit hole: am I endlessly self-reflective, or just endlessly self-absorbed?

Sex is my breath: endlessly complex, always with me, and not really about enjoyment.

The best moans are the ones you’re trying to suppress.