Territory
The Interior
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Paying for it
Read moreA graphic novel about being a john, found on a neighbor’s doorstep — and what it gets right, and wrong, about the humanity of paying for sex.
Rejection
Read moreShe wanted the offer, not the items on offer.
Special, redux
Read moreThe perils of being a slut who writes about it: everyone feels special to me, but the blog makes everyone look the same.
The beginning of the end
Read moreFor years, I never fucked another woman — not out of principle, but because fucking was never the thing I wanted. Then that started to change.
Blowjobs, blowjobs, blowjobs….
Read moreCraigsList, hotel rooms, and the education of a sexually self-aware man, one blowjob at a time.
My second first paid blowjob
Read moreThis is the story of my second first paid blowjob. It began with a massage, and she wanted my cock in her mouth…
Blowjob in a dark room
Read moreMy first paid blowjob involved a bait-and-switch, a dark room, and a technique that should be patented.
The stories i told myself, the lies i believed
Read moreThe elaborate fictions I constructed to make sense of behavior that made no sense — brave explorer and pathetic loser, coexisting without reconciliation.
Too much of a good thing
Read moreToo much is never enough?
My first “happy ending”
Read moreA Saturday afternoon, a Village Voice, and a pay phone: the mechanics of my first paid sexual encounter.
Down the rabbit hole
Read moreMy origin story, retold — how lap dances, fear of rejection, and an endless appetite for contact sent me down a path I’m still mapping.
Creep shots
Read moreIn which I confess to having taken creep shots, and wonder about them – their lure, and the creepiness of them.
Boundaries
Read moreFor me, transgression has never been the point. If anything, it’s a damper on my joy.
Jealousy
Read moreI want to be everything to everyone, and when I’m not, it stings in ways that reason can’t touch.
Hunger and compulsion
Read moreI radiate not just pleasure but craving, not just pursuit but drivenness — and that can be a little scary.
Jealousy
Read moreIt’s not the fear of losing her. It’s the fear of being rendered worthless by whoever I lose her to.
Sympathy for the devil (2)
Read moreI have known monsters. They’re good, decent, kind, loving people.
Shame, or, sonnet 129
Read moreShakespeare got something about lust that Steve McQueen didn’t.
Thanks for letting me fuck your wife
Read moreSome things are best worked out in private, even by a guy with a sex blog.
Symmetry
Read moreLife isn’t fair, my grandmother reminded me. In this dissolute life, I’d rather it be interesting.
