Writing

Three halves of vanity: thrilled to make a top-100 list, wounded not to be higher, and amused at my own pettiness about the whole thing.

One year old today. Happy birthday to my dissolute little blog.

Five hundred posts. That’s a lot of words about sex.

Jillian Keenan wrote a terrific, honest exploration of her appetite for spanking in, of all places, *The New York Times*.

I could use a little help — with both inspiration and orgasms.

Nine months in, and the worlds are merging — which turns out to be a bit of a drag.

Steal my words — I don’t care. Steal Liza’s, though, and we have a problem.

It’s bad enough to be a geeky stalker. It’s so much worse to be a bad one.

People always want to label themselves: swinger, poly, kinkster, slut. I hate labels.

The Oxford comma: secret handshake of the monogamish.