Watching “Shame” again – pleasure and joy
When it came out, I saw “Shame” in the theater. I wrote about it, somewhat incoherently (in retrospect). I’m watching[…]
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The etiology of shame
The other day, I wrote about some of my self-destructive impulses, about how, when lonely, I sometimes act (and often[…]
Read moreSecrets and lies
[Note: I don’t often write about politics. Today, I am, for just a moment.] Parents keep things from their kids.[…]
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Creep shots revisited (again)
I struggle with whether creep shots are violating of women’s privacy. I decide to behave as if they are, but I remain unconvinced….
Read moreTeen sexuality (cont’d)
A few weeks ago, I posted on teen sexuality and the responses it engenders in adults. A thoughtful (female) reader[…]
Read moreProgram note
I’ve drunk at the altar of Freud. Or, maybe more accurately, Freud is my bartender. I believe in the unconscious.[…]
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Speaking the unspeakable
Pubescent girls affect me in ways I wish they didn’t. Here are some thoughts about all that.
Read moreRemembering a dark moment
I remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would[…]
Read moreShame, apologies, amends
For years, I was deeply ashamed. I believed my desires were shameful, contemptuous. I desperately struggled to suppress those desires.[…]
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