Narcissism

I imagine myself at the center of everyone’s decision-making. This makes me vitally important. And profoundly vulnerable.

Anthony Weiner, Charlie Sheen, Donald Trump, and me.

I’m not a writer. But I sure do like when people read my writing.

In which I invite the caring concern of Marina’s friends for her well-being.

I can breathe.

I’m an attention whore. I really like attention. Also, things, ideas, suggestions, stuff.

How I relate to how I’m perceived.

In another corner of my life, I’ve been reminded, recently, how gratifying it is for me when others approve of me, or, better yet, think highly of me. This is especially true of people I find attractive, whether intellectually, professionally,…

“You really are difficult,” Sofia wrote to me. She’s right, of course. We were talking about how I respond to the sensation of being desired.

The other day, my post on gangbangs (or “handbags,” as my phone really wants me to say) was mentioned in passing in this article by Zhana Vrangalova. Seriously, it was in passing. Like, in an aside, two-thirds of the way…