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An interesting take on sex addiction
Read moreAn interesting take on sex addiction that resonates with me.
The five hindrances
Read moreA sex addict meditates on the five hindrances. Guess which one predominates.
Stalking veronique
Read moreI loiter on her block, phone in hand, one eye on the screen and one on the passers-by, hoping for something I’ve agreed not to pursue.
More thoughts about rejection, and the porcelain doll
Read moreRejection stings worst when it echoes old wounds. My readers let me know I had my head up my ass, and they weren’t wrong.
Porcelain doll
Read moreShe looked like a porcelain doll — red lips, red hair, pale skin. I thought we’d become friends. Turns out I’d only ever been a customer.
Dates vs. sure things
Read moreMost of my dates are sure things. This one won’t be, and that means something much scarier than not getting laid: the possibility of being rejected not for my looks, but for *me*.
Fear of rejection, and shame
Read moreThe distance between who I am online and who I am in the world protects me from more than I like to admit.
Sex and death (2)
Read moreSometimes all I want is to be hard — not to connect, not to come, but to counter a deadness deep within me with the undeniable sensation of being alive.
Youth and adulthood
Read moreMy body responds before my mind does, but thankfully, my mind wins every time — and it’s not virtue, it’s something deeper and darker that keeps me honest.
Tales of rejection
Read moreThere’s so much more sex I don’t have than sex I have. Sometimes I wonder if it’s not the rejections I crave even more.
Bad dates and compulsion
Read moreI can predict the outcome of a date with near-perfect accuracy, which only raises the question of why I sometimes go on the ones I know will be bad.
Sex doesn’t excite me
Read moreWhat gets me hard isn’t your body — it’s knowing you need me to do what I’m about to do to it.
On being used
Read moreShe used me to come, and then she vanished. I knew she would — there were tells — but I kept the screenshots anyway.
Bafflement, or, dissociation
Read moreShe flew too close to the sun — not me, but her own desire — and then she was gone.
Sometimes my dick isn’t hard
Read moreIf my cock isn’t hard, I start to wonder if I’m still alive.
Question:
Read moreA sexy reader asks me about desire and arousal, and I have some thoughts.
My narcissism, #17
Read moreApproval is my drug, and I’ve found a way to deal it to myself in public.
On using women, part 2
Read moreI ended things with someone today, which shows how I don’t use women. Then I posted about it here, which shows how maybe I do.
Memories
Read moreWalking past a porn store, I remember the soul-crushing hours I spent in places like it, gazing at box covers in a dissociative haze, searching for a fix that would never come.
Discomfort
Read moreThe ethics of openness, secrecy, and desire — and the icky feeling when someone else gets what you can’t have, precisely because they’re willing to be dishonest about it.
