Musing

I just finished my second reading of Can Love Last:  The Fate of Romance Over Time, by Stephen Mitchell. It’s a little dense, and if you’re not into psychoanalytic theory and ways of thinking, you’ll find it baffling and uninteresting, I…

Most of you have never ventured over to Google+, and many don’t even know what it is.  Relax – if you don’t know about it, you’re not missing anything. But I maintain a somewhat Spartan existence over there, and once…

The eighth of the twelve steps is, “Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.” The ninth is, “Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would…

Last night, T had a date. I stayed home, cooked dinner, did chores, hung out with our son, read (Can Love Last, by Stephen Mitchell – I’m reading it for the second time), meditated, and fell asleep. As I meditated,…

I’ve recently encountered a couple of “period sex” questions. In general, I don’t care if you don’t. I just finished a book – The Invisible Gorilla – about, among other things, our misplaced confidence in our own memories.   And with…

Have you ever felt shame? The burning, red hot sensation that there is something really wrong with you? That if the world knew the truth about you, it would demand your execution? Ostracism? Exile? Or worse? I was raised in…

When I wrote this discussion of a GQ profile of Deen, we didn’t know him to be a rapist. Or at least, a poor handler of a rape accusation.

T and I were debriefing about last night. We had a debauched time on a boat in New York harbor, and I wrote up a brief post describing our time.  You’ll read a version of that post shortly, but not…

People always want to label themselves: swinger, poly, kinkster, slut. I hate labels.

Lately, the business of being N, and of managing relationships with “Distant Buddies,” has been interesting.  P, about whom I’ve written a fair amount (Folly), has been having a lot go on in her life, and while I think things…