Musing

The blog’s been heavy on navel-gazing and light on fucking lately. There are reasons. I’m working on it.

The anatomy of craving a cigarette — mental, bodily, and the tricks my brain plays to get me to succumb.

I’m drawn to strong women who grant me submission, not to women whose submission I can take from them.

Most of us have secrets — some shameful, some embarrassing, some kept just for the pleasure of keeping them.

Need help with time management? Hire an addict. We juggle more logistics before breakfast than most people do all week.

An Alpine slide, some skinned flesh, and what pain can teach when you stop trying to outrun it.

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.