Commercial sex

Bad science, good questions, and the hottest sexual experience I can remember — one I wish I could forget.

I am scared of my desire — scared it will swallow you up whole.

What I really missed wasn’t sex — it was seduction.

A graphic novel about being a john, found on a neighbor’s doorstep — and what it gets right, and wrong, about the humanity of paying for sex.

CraigsList, hotel rooms, and the education of a sexually self-aware man, one blowjob at a time.

My relationship to money and desire, and the ingenious, self-defeating system I built to get the former without risking the latter.

Two hundred messages, one reply, and she probably wasn’t even a she.