Writing

Life is good. Busy. Complicated. Challenging. Interesting. But good.

A woman on Tinder appreciates my… specificity.

I’ve been writing a lot lately — just not here.

A little numerical navel-gazing as I approach a milestone.

Three rejections in one day, and I went to a coffee shop instead of a massage parlor.

The evolution of my feelings about sex blog rankings: from desperate for recognition, to bitter about insufficient recognition, to something approaching genuine indifference.

I have things to say. I just can’t figure out how to say them.

Sometimes N goes quiet while the other guy gets busy living. Here’s a chart to prove it.

Facebook and Tinder have teamed up to deny me the right to exist anonymously in their ecosystem, and I’m annoyed — even if my dance card is, at the moment, full.