Home From College

(From the first chapter of Disgusting Beautiful Immoral) Jane sat on the bed smoking and staring at me with a grin I found joyfully familiar. I took another few drags off my cigarette before crushing it out on the ashtray, and I instantly moved closer to her on the...

Learning to Write Erotica (from my memoir in progress)

When I was twenty-two, I spent six months writing a novel by hand in a coffee shop in New Jersey. I had graduated college a year before, worked for a small Japanese start-up selling automated toilet seats that wash your ass, and I was not lost. I was taking a...

A Rooftop Nooner

“Lunch sex?” read the text. Fuck.  Do I have time?  Of course, I have time. “Where?” “Roof of your building?” Shit, that’s a fantastic bad idea.  The roof is perfect, and there’s even some privacy, but I know everyone in this building by their first name.  Don’t think...

Writing About Writing About Sex

Today I’m thinking about writing and sex along with exhaustion and mindfulness. Sexy right? One of the things all this writing about sex does (at least on a good day) is to help me get more comfortable with my vulnerable places. It helps me find my wounded and hurt...