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She doesn’t know me, but she nails me in three minutes flat — and then I ruin it.

Some further thoughts, courtesy of friends and the press.

I caved to the whiners and changed my colors. Tell me what you think.

The happy circle of attention and compliance, and the women who break it.

Presence, generosity, fiction, and fucking: my resolutions for 2015.

The thrill isn’t in the image — it’s in the compliance. A catalog of the personalized porn women send me, and how I actually consume it.

Emily sends me self-destructing nudes on Snapchat to protect herself, but won’t send the clothed photos I actually want by e-mail.

Three years in, and the posts that rise to the top tell you pretty much everything you need to know about me.

A look back at what you liked best – and what I liked best – in 2014.

Holidays disrupt everything — writing, playing, routine. But I took my Tinder on the road, and apparently I’m catnip west of the Hudson.