Alcohol lubricated the rough edges of social interactions; I never needed it to enjoy sex but I did need it to handle large groups of people. This is why, seven years off of all substances, I faced the prospect of attending my first orgy with near panic and a lot of questions…
Read MoreThis story is also the subject of the SEX COMMUNICATION podcast, Episode 35 but told a bit differently… check them both out for the full picture.
Read MoreIt’s a funny thing about shaving your head — you realize real fast exactly how much of a buffer your hair has been between you and oodles of things you never before considered…
Read MoreI write a lot about sex. I think a lot about sex. I spend a lot of time doing things related to sex. And yet I am not a very good slut. To be clear, when I use the word “slut,” I mean the literal definition involving promiscuity and many partners while divorcing it from the disparaging/offensive connotation…
Read MoreLeave the house? Why fucking bother. Create something new? Bleh I have nothing inside. No, I will not answer that fucking phone call or that text or that email or that notification or that anything. I will sleep though…
Read MoreThe first time I left the country on an airplane I was 20 years old. I flew solo...
Read MoreTo reflect on powerful moments of spiritual connection, of faith… the sensations are not dissimilar to that of an intense orgasm. The feeling of being so utterly lost in the moment…
Read MoreAfter all my good intentions, the whole thing came out just like every other fucking crowdfunding video I’d ever seen…
Read MoreAn effective argument can be made that any questioning of self is an indication of growth and capacity for change. Sure sure that’s all well and good but what about the blindspots?
Read MoreThese days I’m leaning more and more towards doing journal-style posts, mostly because I haven’t felt capable of much else! To that end, why not document the mix of extreme highs, lows and intermittent plateaus of building a start-up [ahem, media empire]?
Read MoreIt has been 12 months since I began this venture of carving out a section of the interwebs; 12 months of extreme highs, painful lows, crises of faith, depression naps, carb binges, crying jags, paralysis… and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Read MoreDoes anything ever feel complete? What counts as success? Or finished?
Read MoreSometimes in casual conversation I reference the fact that I'm going to be 40. This started when I was 37 and it seemed healthy, a way to get myself comfortable with the idea. But somewhere along the way I began having to stop and think, how old am I really?…
Read MoreChange is tough. It’s uncomfortable, inconvenient and just an all-around pain in the ass. I have struggled with change in a million and one different ways and what has helped me the most is…
Read MoreThis is not to say that YOU are stupid, you're probably amazing, but all of those thoughts and feelings you're probably consumed by are largely useless... and of course stupid…
Read MoreEarlier this year I posted a very wholesome and feel-good piece about the Girl Scouts — here's what I didn't include in that "love letter"...
Read MoreFriday March 2 was my last day. After nearly 12 years of employment, I wiped my machines, turned in my laptop and badge...
Read MorePerhaps I should have written this post before I announced my resignation at work; I am so calm...
Read MoreWalking home last night I was reminded of how often I used to dream about my teeth falling out. I was nostalgically listening to...
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