Writing from somewhere real.
These are dispatches from the work — observations, reflections, and the occasional thing I couldn't stop thinking about until I wrote it down. Some began as newsletters. Others arrived on their own. All of them are created from somewhere honest.
I was racing through my own erotic life.
For a long time, my sexuality had a kind of speed to it. A narrowness. Like I'd built a very specific internal checklist — if the intensity is right, then it counts. What I didn't notice, for years, was how much I was missing.
The thing pleasure and pain both reveal.
When I hear the word pleasure, something moves in my body before I have a single thought. There's a rush from my heart into my throat, an impulse to expand, to open, to allow pleasure to take up more space. When I hear the word pain, something very different happens.