Ambivalence

I had intense and uneven sex with Saya after one of her parties, shaped by her exhaustion, my desire, and our ambiguous emotional entanglement.

An alphabetical catalogue of the women who blow hot and cold — and what that says about me.

I didn’t run from E’s ambivalence, and she rewarded me handsomely. Now she wants the blog — but that comes at a price.

In my moments of greatest pain, what I want isn’t sex — it’s sex I’m paying for. What the fuck is that about?