Musing

When you’re paying, you can never quite know what’s real — and neither, it turns out, can she.

Yes, it was prostitution. I just don’t find that word particularly useful.

I prefer the purity of one-way oral, but 69 has its charms — not least, the loss of control.

I didn’t haggle. I said no.

More on the quest for a mutually beneficial arrangement — and a friend’s surprising cameo.

Not all relapses are created equal. Some cost you an hour and a difficult conversation; others cost you your life.

How trust builds, one flaked plan and one awkward drink at a time, when you’re paying for companionship.

A young friend wants her boyfriend to spank her. He won’t. She asks me for advice — and whether I worry about getting old.

Some thoughts about sex addiction.

A granular deconstruction of the ritual of visiting massage parlors — from the craving, to the wave of inevitability, to the Blackberry full of taxonomies.