My story

My tortured relationship to my own masculinity.

Reconciling myself to the inevitability of imperfection, the certainty of loss.

Plus ca change….

It has taken me a lifetime to discern just what it is I want.

I remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would pulse through me. Excitement, sure, but also shame, embarrassment, fear. I must have craved all of those things; we don’t…

Some time ago, I wrote a bit about how trust evolves in virtual relationships. I thought I’d write a bit about how it evolves in commercial sex (or at least, how it did for me), since I suspect that’s actually an…