Musing

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.

Guilt is narcissistic; shame is empathetic. And apologizing more than once is just enlisting you in my self-medication.

How does an otherwise honorable person lie, daily, to the person he loves most?

Dear Dan: you’re almost always right, except when you tell people to leave — because they’ll just find the same person again.