Musing

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.

Septuagenarians, sexting, and the things women ask for that make me feel so hot to comply.

A wise man once told me that dominance and sadism are the same thing. I’m pretty sure he’s wrong, but he’s smart enough that I can’t just dismiss him.

I call myself a slut, but the truth is more complicated — and more Groucho Marx than easy lay.