Musing

Anthony Weiner’s problem wasn’t his cock. It was that nobody in Congress liked him.

I’ll happily spend hours between a woman’s legs, but I can’t let anyone spend fifteen minutes between mine.

Ruts are underrated. Being on different pages — that’s the real problem.

You know what I choose to show you, and almost nothing else.

Among the dozens of women I encountered, what struck me most was the enormous variety — and what that taught me about sex work as a category, not a thing.

We men are like a kid running with scissors: irresponsible and dangerous.

A reader asked me to define narcissism. I’m happy to oblige — it’s a word I know intimately.

A glossary of sorts — what I actually mean when I say “compulsion” and “addiction,” and why the distinction matters more than you might think.

I keep circling back to this one, because smart people I admire keep getting it wrong in the same way.

The feeling I fear most is the one I’ve spent years seeking out.