Writing

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.

A peek at what you all like to read around here — compiled, fittingly, in a coffee shop too loud for actual thinking.

A roll call of my most devoted readers, and a nakedly narcissistic plea to know what keeps them coming back.

Hy and I are launching a joint curation project — one smart, hot, well-written post each per month, plus a discriminating shared blogroll, because finding sex writing that’s actually worth reading shouldn’t be this hard.

What you see here is only what I let you see, at the angle I choose. The question is whether you remember that.