Musing

In which I decide that maybe, just maybe, taking non-consensual photos of people might be problematic. Thanks to the thoughtful comments of readers of this blog.

Last night, I had a “fight” – I think – with a distant buddy of mine.  I’m not sure what happened, exactly, except that I have the sense that I said something that was a bit insensitive, and it upset…

There’s a web site called “Seeking Arrangement.”  I mentioned it in passing in this previous post. On the front page of the web site, it defines “the Modern Sugar Daddy”: You are always respectful and generous. You only live once,…

I wrote the other day a bit about the ways in which communication is overvalued among advice-givers.  That post was primarily directed at individuals, at ashamed, isolated people who have a troubled relationship to their own desires. There’s a whole other…

A funny thing happens when you become a sex blogger – or at least, has happened since I did.  There seem to be those who take some comfort, or inspiration, or interest, or something, in my journey, in some or…

I think I’m letting go of the hope that L and I will return to what we had.  This is for a variety of reasons, chief among them, her husband’s lack of interest in our returning to what we had,…

These are the top ten searches that have led people to this blog in the last month: 10.  creepshots 9.  take your clothes off as soon as you enter the room. i’ll be sitting in the chair. i’d like you…

L just made a sad post, that makes me sad. I am an observer instead of a participant. It’s boring. And sad. As I feel. Yesterday, we met for coffee, to talk, to catch up.  We see one another all…

There’s a great old Saturday Night Live skit, in which Eddie Murphy goes undercover, to discover what life really is like for white men. In recent years, I’ve felt a bit like Eddie Murphy in this skit, as I’ve come…

I have written before about my trouble with words like “lover” and “play.”  I was listening to myself think on the subject just now (in flagrante delicto) and I realized that I really like the adolescent construction:  “fooling around.”  It’s…