Writing

I’ll take it — #30 out of 100 sex blogging superheroes, and one of the few on the list who’s actually, you know, a sex blogger.

A refreshed look at what you all are reading — and what that says about you, and me.

Two brief fictions about blindfolds, trust, and the senses we use to know one another.

Two years in, hundreds of posts deep, and I’m nowhere near done — but I want to know what keeps you coming back.

I’ve written about this before, but I keep coming back to it from different angles — exhibitionism, pride, shame, sunlight, and the intellectual hard-on I get when something I write actually lands.

The shame of buying a pack, and the way my body betrays me by feeling better the moment I decide to do it.

The anatomy of craving a cigarette — mental, bodily, and the tricks my brain plays to get me to succumb.

V noticed I’ve gone quiet. She’s right. The signs are all there — less writing, less meditating, more porn, worse diet, and worst of all, I’ve been sneaking cigarettes.

Five days left on vacation, no charger, spotty internet, and I don’t really mind.

A tour through my greatest hits — heavy on pussy-licking, as it turns out.