Writing

I’m not the only one at the public library with sex on my mind.

Just like a toddler, what I want isn’t to have — it’s to get.

Tell me what you like. Tell me what you don’t. Just hit the stars — no interaction required.

The encounters all read the same, but they don’t feel the same. That’s a writing problem, not a living problem.

An odd confession for a sex blogger: the sex is the least interesting part.

I want to know what gets you hot — and what doesn’t.

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*.