Musing

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.

Someone asked me what I know about cock worship, and I had a lot to say.

A rant about the state of baseball, followed by strip club conversations with friends at the Yankee game.

When I wanted something, I had to have it — not out of weakness, but out of confusion.

I don’t usually obsess over a type, but right now, I need a pale, freckled, busty redhead like I need air.

I’ve never picked anyone up on the street. But I think it would be fun.

My peak erotic experience was real. My peak erotic fantasy is more revealing.