Nudity

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So close to perfect, and yet so far — a detailed taxonomy of my disagreements with FTV Girls.

Fucking isn’t the point. The sentence is more interesting than the period at the end of it.

What excites me isn’t nudity — it’s the distance between clothed and nude, and the slow, deliberate closing of that distance.

Club magazine, Playboy, and Color Climax: a prepubescent education in escalation — and the discovery that porn’s real function was never to satisfy hunger, but to activate it.

An evening of oral education, with structured feedback.

My peak erotic experience was real. My peak erotic fantasy is more revealing.

A reader has questions about Le Trapeze, sex addiction, and going to a swing club while pregnant. I have answers.

I’m supposed to like burlesque, but I don’t — it’s silly where it should be dirty, and clever where it should be transgressive.

Sometimes the best things in my inbox aren’t for me at all — they’re for you.