Polyamory

Sex is best when we use one another ruthlessly, and that’s precisely why it’s so hard with the people we love most.

Checking the “bi-curious” box on a swingers site: half the men think you’re going to rape them, the other half wish you would.

The perils of being a slut who writes about it: everyone feels special to me, but the blog makes everyone look the same.

L and I haven’t fucked since January, and I miss everything — the strip clubs, the hourly hotels, the parking lots, the bathroom stalls, and the crazy banter in between.

For me, transgression has never been the point. If anything, it’s a damper on my joy.

L and her husband are finding their way through the complicated terrain of non-monogamy, and I miss her while they do.

Sometimes not fucking someone is the most dominant thing you can do.

Newt Gingrich, open marriage, and some things you and I both know but rarely say out loud.

A loss neither of us wanted, imposed from without.

Some things are best worked out in private, even by a guy with a sex blog.