Shame

Michael Fassbender’s soulless, brilliant performance yanks my heart out — it captures so much of what I remember from that time in my life.

Where shame comes from, and why I need it.

On secrecy, privacy, parental spying, and Edward Snowden.

I struggle with whether creep shots are violating of women’s privacy. I decide to behave as if they are, but I remain unconvinced….

A reader responds, thoughtfully and at length, to my earlier post on teen sexuality.

Freud is my bartender, and I’d like to tell you what he’s been serving me.

Pubescent girls affect me in ways I wish they didn’t. Here are some thoughts about all that.

I sat in the dark for hours, waiting for a woman to make me come to life again. Then I’d scurry home and pretend I’d never been there.

I was ashamed of the wrong things, and I lied without knowing I was lying.

I was raised in shame, and lived most of my life there. I’m finding my way out, slowly.