Musing

Freud is my bartender, and I’d like to tell you what he’s been serving me.

What girls wanted wasn’t badness. What they didn’t want was niceness. It took me decades to understand the difference.

Pubescent girls affect me in ways I wish they didn’t. Here are some thoughts about all that.

It wasn’t the sex I was addicted to — it was the endless, shimmering promise of it, glowing on screen after screen.

I want, and I want to be wanted — but not too much, and only if I might not be.

Just like a toddler, what I want isn’t to have — it’s to get.

Desire is to getting as love is to having. And getting is always better than having.

Joe Orton, public restrooms, and what I actually want when I ask a woman to spread her legs for me in a hotel bar.

A married mom, a lurker, reaches out. And now I’m left wondering: what happens when I help someone see possibilities their partner doesn’t want to see?

Five-eight, and figuring out what that means.