Musing

Shakespeare got something about lust that Steve McQueen didn’t.

Newt Gingrich, open marriage, and some things you and I both know but rarely say out loud.

You like me! You really like me!

The Historian sent me her journal entries from our weekend in Miami. The fucking was hot, but the feelings were hotter.

On the evolution of my fucking technique, from passive to aggressive — and the semicolons along the way.

Checking into an hourly hotel is a strange act of mutual acknowledgment.

Some things are best worked out in private, even by a guy with a sex blog.

The line between privacy and secrecy is thinner than any of us would like to believe, especially when you’re a parent.

Life isn’t fair, my grandmother reminded me. In this dissolute life, I’d rather it be interesting.

Not looking at beauty made me think about it far more than looking at it ever did.