Anxiety

Every behavior, sexual or otherwise, contains valuable information. Lately my pornographic habits are raising disturbing new questions I’ve been avoiding — ones I plan to explore in a future post.

Trump has dampened my libido. What I initially attributed to aging, I now recognize as a response to the horror of the current political moment: it’s hard to summon desire in the middle of a national catastrophe.

I contrast my past destructive obsession with commercial sex against my current generative, productive compulsion with AI tools.

I’m not immune to COVID.

Playing on the knife’s edge between safety and danger is where the fun is.

My crazy experience of loss and fear.

In which I propose an alternate conceptualization of the wildly popular notion of “attachment styles.”

An inauspicious start to my owning Marina’s cunt for 48 hours.

I can’t breathe.