(Warning: this post really isn’t much about sex, but it is about books and politics, and those things, to me, are pretty darned sexy. For those who are less intrigued by such topics, I promise the next post will be more suitably along the usual lines.) I’m writing this post from my laptop on the … More books: love, fear and technology
Well, it worked. You guys are awesome. I got a steady stream of erotica theme ideas from you all of last week and they were definitely inspiring! Thank you for all the great ideas. I may well use more of them for writing fodder in the future. For now, though, this week I wrote up … More smutlets
Hey, friends and strangers. I hope the first day of 2011 has treated you well, and that the rest of the year does too! For me it has involved too much sugar and not enough yoga, but I’ll remedy that situation tomorrow. So… I’ve missed you. I last posted here about three months ago, which … More happy 2011! and sorry for being a deadbeat.
The following is the talk I gave this afternoon at the closing banquet for The Floating World, a supercool (and absolutely massive) sex-positive annual weekend conference in New Jersey. The teaser for the talk read as follows: “This is a talk about the lies we tell ourselves and the rest of the world. It’s a … More “it’s not about sex” and other lies
It’s taken me a couple of weeks to get around to this, but enfin c’est fini. This is the momentum keynote address I recently gave at the 14th annual Leather Leadership Conference in Detroit. It was an honour to be asked to keynote, and a wonderful experience to do so. *** Thanks to the LLC … More asking the hard questions
Well, now it’s December, which means November’s over, which means NaBloPoMo is finished. I wasn’t completely successful at posting every day, but then again, this month I suffered a nasty back injury (I’m much better now, thanks, but it wasn’t fun at all), and a death in Boi L’s family that had the triad flying … More it’s over
I was strolling along in downtown Montreal the other day, and I walked past Crescent Street, or the area of town my ex charmingly refers to as “Hetsville.” As usual, there were small crowds of well-dressed men and women here and there on the sidewalk, going out for a slightly too-expensive dinner and drinks, or … More a conversation on crescent street