Writing

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

The Oxford comma: secret handshake of the monogamish.

Hot, transgressive erotic fiction, and smart writing about writing about sex.

A raw, first-person account of life in a happy ending massage parlor — the polar opposite of yesterday’s recommendation.

A retired prostitute takes on Nick Kristof, and wins.

Dear Dan: you’re almost always right, except when you tell people to leave — because they’ll just find the same person again.

I seem to have a gift for giving offense where none was intended — and I’m not done yet.

Illness, recovery, and the slow return of desire — for sex, for writing, for being myself.

I want to know what you want to read.

I direct her from across a crowded hotel lobby, texting instructions while businessmen in khakis steal glances at what they can’t have.