Criticism

More porn I find simultaneously hot and repellent.

The second in my series on my tastes in porn — this time, sites featuring actual sex. Turns out what I like most is the thirty seconds before anything happens.

A tour of three sites featuring women masturbating, and what my porn habits say about my state of mind.

I’m not addicted to sex, but I sure behaved like an addict.

If E.L. James was your gateway drug, let me be your heroin.

When I wrote this discussion of a GQ profile of Deen, we didn’t know him to be a rapist. Or at least, a poor handler of a rape accusation.

Kassia Winters wrote a scorching response to my piece on how to handle my cock. Now it’s your turn.

Jefferson’s blog was the first light I saw from inside the closet of shame — everything I did in the dark, he did with the lights on.

Hot, transgressive erotic fiction, and smart writing about writing about sex.

A raw, first-person account of life in a happy ending massage parlor — the polar opposite of yesterday’s recommendation.