Meme

N. and Hy swap sex-blog recommendations, and I get to be a dick about word choice.

Hy and I are launching a joint curation project — one smart, hot, well-written post each per month, plus a discriminating shared blogroll, because finding sex writing that’s actually worth reading shouldn’t be this hard.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

The best sex bloggers, all in one place.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, under one roof.

The heaven of the thirty-three, reimagined.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all under one roof.

The smartest and hottest sex bloggers, all in one place.

A woman on a train, and the stories I tell myself about her.

I tossed off a quick answer about loneliness, then spent the next few hours realizing I was wrong about myself — and tracing the line from rejection to shame to paying for the very rejection I was trying to escape.