Shame

Shame is such an uncomfortable sensation.

I feel some – but only a little – empathy for Jeffrey Toobin.

I want to go down on Ivy. Seriously.

I’m not always proud of my thoughts and feelings. Some of them are disgusting.

I blush with embarrassment when I make you laugh.

Does the word “mania” mean what you think it does? Here’s what it means to me.

A reader doesn’t like my writing, doesn’t like me. But keeps coming back. I respond.

I went to a bar mitzvah and had thoughts I couldn’t un-have.

The distance between who I am online and who I am in the world protects me from more than I like to admit.

A man at the bottom of a stairway, looking up. I saw myself in him.