Writing

It’s hard to write about sex when my body hurts.

I’m good friends with the top sex blogger in the universe!

Kinkly.com made me their sex blogger of the month, I gave them a kick-ass interview, and I got NO traffic from it!

It’s just what I do.

Not much writing lately, but plenty of thinking — about rage, empathy, orgasms, and happy hookers.

Two sexy women, two great dates, and two write-ups that made the sex sound less hot than it was. I’m better at desire than satisfaction — on the page, at least.

The addiction has shifted: where sex once consumed me, now it’s writing that I can’t stop doing.

A to-do list masquerading as a blog post.

A premature publication.

Thirty minutes, no internet, and too many options. This is not a humble brag — it’s a genuine crisis.