Compliance

My three approaches to swiping on Tinder, from mindless to attentive — none of which, it turns out, makes much difference.

I didn’t give the Rockette what she expected — I smiled, I asked questions, I insisted on consent — and then I left her bruised, sore, and a little scared of me.

I’ve written a lot about being rejected, but what about when I’m the one doing the rejecting? It happens less often than you’d think, and more awkwardly than I’d like.

The things I want from the women in my life are remarkably consistent, and that consistency can feel, to each of them, like a diminishment.

The Amazon gives me an awesome blowjob – her mouth is like a warm cave of jello, with soft pillows lining the walls.

A formal, legislative approach to an informal, but important, subject.

A reader in her 40s asks whether I prefer younger women. The honest answer is complicated, and has to do with the difference between 2-D and 3-D.

Sofia lives thousands of miles away, sends me more than my imagination could conjure, and does whatever I ask, smiling. Here she is.

Her ambivalence is rampant. Mine, vanquished.

A partial catalog of things I like, and a clue to my name.