Musing

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

I threw S under the bus, and she called me on it. Now I’m earning her trust back, one picture at a time.

K asked me to describe my orgasm. Turns out it’s as hard as it sounds.

I’ve never been a fan of the quickie — but I’m learning.

Establishing trust with distant buddies, women I’ve never met and may never meet, can be a challenge.

Liza asked how my long-distance relationships evolve from tawdry to something more. The answer, it turns out, is slowly, unevenly, and with a certain melancholy.

Four modes of porn consumption, only one of which doesn’t leave me feeling like a hungry ghost.

Strip clubs, sex addiction, smugness, and a visit to New York Dolls.

I love writing dirty. Talking dirty? That’s another story.

The Oxford comma: secret handshake of the monogamish.