Musing

I love your breasts the way they are. Please don’t change them.

My cock’s in Mary-Anne’s mouth, but my mind’s on Jeff. What’s that about?

Things are shifting in my life, and it’s leaking out sideways — as envy, as hostility, as unfortunate e-mails sent to the wrong people.

We don’t know what we want nearly as well as we think we do.

They don’t turn me on — but I understand them better than you might think.

What’s hidden is so much hotter than what’s revealed.

Gossip made me feel icky. I wish I could say that’s because I’m above it.

Why “domestic violence” is the wrong way to talk about male family brutality — and compassion may be the only weapon worth using.

My thinking about sex addiction is evolving — the neuroscience is more interesting, and the sex addiction industrial complex more bankrupt, than I previously understood.

We repeat traumas because we want to. Freud taught me that, and my analyst helped me see it, and I’m still not done with it.