CPOS

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

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.

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

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

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

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