Musing

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.

Writing about my sex life makes me feel alive. There’s a lot, though, you’ll never read.

I have more in common with Jeffrey Dahmer than I’d like to admit.

Strip clubs are like shrines to a notion of male desire that is almost completely unappealing to me.

Intelligence, confidence, complete submission, grammar, yoga pants, and a very long list of other things.

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.