My Dissolute Life

Notes to my younger self

Desperation is never sexy. Hunger – particularly specific, particular hunger – is sexy. Confidence is sexy. If I feel hot,[…]

They change remarkably little. I’ve written about them a bunch over the years, but I think I can summarize thus-ly:[…]

It seems as if every six months or so, I fall ill. Well, I’m ill. I hope to be back[…]

Skirts, dresses, yoga pants, shorts, what’s not to love? When I was in college, there was a sort of mini-trend[…]

I asked Sofia to send me something she knew would turn me on to prompt me to write about how[…]

I’m not a big fan of writing challenges, but one of Cammie’s recent posts inspired me. She wrote about what[…]

It doesn’t feel right to toot my horn. I’m working on a post, inspired by Cammies on the Floor, about[…]

Quite the opposite. It’s hard for me NOT to write. For years, sex was my addiction. Nowadays, though I spend[…]

Her (opener): Do you have a deal-breaker question? Me: Will you do as I ask? (I think that’s, ultimately, it.[…]