Fidelity, honesty, and commitment among the unfaithful.

A glimpse, maybe, into how, and why, I do things that produce nothing but suffering.

I want to be the pussy whisperer.

Elizabeth Gilbert’s seduction confession reads as triumph; mine reads as a road that never ends.

I line you all up against a hotel wall and let my imagination do what it does best.

The ethics of openness, secrecy, and desire — and the icky feeling when someone else gets what you can’t have, precisely because they’re willing to be dishonest about it.

The woman who inspired this blog is having an affair again — just not with me, and not the honest kind.

The getting feels better than the having — and that realization explains more about me than I’m entirely comfortable with.

I’m drawn to strong women who grant me submission, not to women whose submission I can take from them.

I’m unnervingly talented at engineering the rejection I claim to fear most.