Musing

The blog is moving, and my mind is already racing ahead to what I want to write about next.

Google gave me my G+ profile back, but I’m not sure I want it anymore.

A review of the porn I dislike least – because a healthier person might call it the porn he likes most, but that would be another dude’s blog.

Google doesn’t like me. Can you help?

I like them all — except the silicone ones.

A visual history of pubic hair I wish I’d included the first time around.

A love letter to pubic hair, and a plea for neatness.

Nine nights sharing a room with my son, and I’ve been saving my orgasm like a miser.

My cock has a mind of its own — and in group settings, it’s especially uncooperative.

Liza asked me about cheating. I wince at the word — it reduces something sprawling and tragic to a single dimension of betrayal, when what I did was something far worse: I led a secret, double life.