Writing

A little numerical navel-gazing as I approach a milestone.

Three rejections in one day, and I went to a coffee shop instead of a massage parlor.

The evolution of my feelings about sex blog rankings: from desperate for recognition, to bitter about insufficient recognition, to something approaching genuine indifference.

I have things to say. I just can’t figure out how to say them.

Sometimes N goes quiet while the other guy gets busy living. Here’s a chart to prove it.

Facebook and Tinder have teamed up to deny me the right to exist anonymously in their ecosystem, and I’m annoyed — even if my dance card is, at the moment, full.

I’m back. Again. Maybe. Probably. We’ll see.

I’m back. Inspire me.

So many posts to write, so little time.

I’m a geek. Here’s a geek post about how I keep track of all the shit I read.