Musing

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.

Porn gets blowjobs wrong, and I have opinions about how.

Fucking isn’t the point. The sentence is more interesting than the period at the end of it.

What excites me isn’t nudity — it’s the distance between clothed and nude, and the slow, deliberate closing of that distance.