CPOS

She fucked thousands of men without a second thought, then was destroyed by her husband’s few affairs. I know the feeling.

Sometimes the high road gets you exactly where you wanted to go.

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

I don’t believe you can be addicted to sex. But I had a relationship to it that sure looked a lot like addiction.

Liza asked me about cheating. I wince at the word — it reduces something sprawling and tragic to a single dimension of betrayal, when what I did was something far worse: I led a secret, double life.

For me, transgression has never been the point. If anything, it’s a damper on my joy.

How does an otherwise honorable person lie, daily, to the person he loves most?

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

When I wanted something, I had to have it — not out of weakness, but out of confusion.

A granular deconstruction of the ritual of visiting massage parlors — from the craving, to the wave of inevitability, to the Blackberry full of taxonomies.