Musing

Craigslist ads, dubious correspondents, and the question of what turns me on about a story that may well be entirely fictional.

She wants me to write about her. But I write about what I think and what I do — and she’s not quite either.

I have known monsters. They’re good, decent, kind, loving people.

Fleshbot keeps sending people my way. If you’re one of them, welcome — stick around.

My relationship to money and desire, and the ingenious, self-defeating system I built to get the former without risking the latter.

Not all of what I write is true. But all of it is real.

Eighteen thousand page views, a few charts, and proof of what a complete and total geek I am.

The things people google to find me are, mostly, parsing errors. But one searcher, I truly want to meet.

Michel Houellebecq, natural selection, and the frustrating economics of getting laid as a straight man.

The city feeds me with an endless stream of beautiful people.