Muscle memory
As I descended the stairs into the subway – a particular stairway at a particular station – I was overcome[…]
Read moreAs I descended the stairs into the subway – a particular stairway at a particular station – I was overcome[…]
Read more1. Cross your legs. That’s not very ladylike. Your cunt is shameful. Your sex is shameful. You are inherently shameful.[…]
Read moreI wrote about the encounter between Brandon and the young woman played so powerfully by Lucy Walters that opens “Shame.”[…]
Read moreWhen it came out, I saw “Shame” in the theater. I wrote about it, somewhat incoherently (in retrospect). I’m watching[…]
Read moreThe other day, I wrote about some of my self-destructive impulses, about how, when lonely, I sometimes act (and often[…]
Read more[Note: I don’t often write about politics. Today, I am, for just a moment.] Parents keep things from their kids.[…]
Read moreI struggle with whether creep shots are violating of women’s privacy. I decide to behave as if they are, but I remain unconvinced….
Read moreA few weeks ago, I posted on teen sexuality and the responses it engenders in adults. A thoughtful (female) reader[…]
Read moreI’ve drunk at the altar of Freud. Or, maybe more accurately, Freud is my bartender. I believe in the unconscious.[…]
Read more