12 Steps

I’m thinking about the strategies I have for making myself feel alive, when I’m struggling with a feeling of deadness. And I’m revisiting my past.

LBD doesn’t JUST stand for little black dress.

My evolving opinions on a diagnosis that doesn’t actually exist.

The question of whether sex addiction is real is less interesting than what we’re really asking when we ask it.

I tossed off a quick answer about loneliness, then spent the next few hours realizing I was wrong about myself — and tracing the line from rejection to shame to paying for the very rejection I was trying to escape.

My thinking about sex addiction is evolving — the neuroscience is more interesting, and the sex addiction industrial complex more bankrupt, than I previously understood.

A running index of my thoughts on whether sex addiction is real, and whether I have it.

Am I a “sex addict”? Is there such a thing? Is it a meaningful term? One reader delights in calling me a sex addict. What do I have to say about it?

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

Not all relapses are created equal. Some cost you an hour and a difficult conversation; others cost you your life.