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Every so often
Read moreA woman on the street reminds me of Jennifer, a woman I paid to suck my cock in her West Village apartment years ago, whose rough tongue and too-nice apartment and hedge fund boss I tried not to think too hard about.
Arrogance and confidence
Read moreThere’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and I’m not always on the right side of it.
Lost and found
Read moreWinnicott nailed it, and so does every pseudonymous sex blogger who hits “publish.”
My most frequent visitors
Read moreA roll call of my most devoted readers, and a nakedly narcissistic plea to know what keeps them coming back.
Changing rape culture
Read moreA proposal for a crowd-sourced database of rape accusations draws objections both legal and moral. I find the karmic objection compelling; the “false accusations” objection, less so.
Rape prevention
Read moreA half-baked, possibly quarter-baked, idea about crowdsourcing accountability for rapists.
Blogging and anonymity
Read moreSomeone’s threatening my friend Hy’s anonymity from behind a cowardly pseudonymous veil of her own, and it’s got me thinking about the ethics of writing about sex you’ve actually had.
I don’t know you well enough to give you a….
Read moreA phrase overheard at work, and the places my mind took it.