Musing

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.

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?