Territory
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I’m an expert at time management
Read moreNeed help with time management? Hire an addict. We juggle more logistics before breakfast than most people do all week.
Secrets and lies
Read moreOn secrecy, privacy, parental spying, and Edward Snowden.
Creep shots revisited (again)
Read moreI struggle with whether creep shots are violating of women’s privacy. I decide to behave as if they are, but I remain unconvinced….
I want you to want me
Read moreA subtle but important distinction about the nature of my desire.
On narcissism
Read moreA loyal reader’s compliment sends me down a predictable rabbit hole: am I endlessly self-reflective, or just endlessly self-absorbed?
On men
Read moreMy cock’s in Mary-Anne’s mouth, but my mind’s on Jeff. What’s that about?
Elegy for p (first in a series)
Read moreShe disappeared slowly, then all at once. I miss her.
Obscure
Read moreWhat’s hidden is so much hotter than what’s revealed.
Meditation
Read moreI came to meditation through Elizabeth Gilbert and the Hare Krishnas, which should tell you something about me.
Procrasturbation
Read moreA dreaded task, a hard cock, and the rabbit hole between them.
Gossip
Read moreGossip made me feel icky. I wish I could say that’s because I’m above it.
Self-destruction
Read moreShe stood me up two nights in a row, and two nights in a row, I let her. This isn’t a complaint about her — it’s an observation about me.
Rethinking addiction
Read moreMy thinking about sex addiction is evolving — the neuroscience is more interesting, and the sex addiction industrial complex more bankrupt, than I previously understood.
(sex) addiction
Read moreA running index of my thoughts on whether sex addiction is real, and whether I have it.
Paeans and want, or, life in the big city
Read moreA pretty woman on the stairs, a tingle in my cock, and the long road from wanting more to wanting enough.
Infinity
Read moreI used to crave rejection. Now I crave an endless supply of its opposite. Neither, it turns out, is available forever.
The sting of rejection
Read moreA woman I’ve never met rejected me, and my body knew it before my mind did.
Jealousy (both sides now)
Read moreI know the sting of jealousy well, but I’m shockingly blind to the jealousy I inspire in others.
Male sexual violence
Read moreWe men are like a kid running with scissors: irresponsible and dangerous.
Terminology (ii)
Read moreA reader asked me to define narcissism. I’m happy to oblige — it’s a word I know intimately.
