Musing

My first impulse, when I learn I’ve hurt someone, is narcissistic: I’m less upset about the pain I caused than about being perceived as wrong.

What I really missed wasn’t sex — it was seduction.

Acceptance has gotten me further than communication or compromise ever did.

Not the sex tips you’ll find everywhere else — these are for people trapped in shame, not people looking to spice things up in the bedroom.

Letting go of L, and envying her ability to let go of me.

The top ten search terms leading people here are not what you’d expect.

Love is hard when four people are involved and only three of them are fine with it.

From George Costanza to Gary Sinise — and the secret society that opened its doors along the way.

On the right words for what I do in bed. Wanna fool around?

Don’t travel to fuck someone you haven’t met. Obviously.