“I’m curious about which part of this you’re going to write about on your blog,” said Bran the other night as he was putting on his clothes. It’s true that writing always involves selective description. Any art form, really, involves selective description. The photograph never looks as glorious as the sunset. The drawing never quite captures

Bran isn’t crazy about polyamory. I’m not crazy about monogamy. Yes, I’m one of those bad bisexuals who actually DOES want to sleep with people of different genders. I know, I know, bisexuals are absolutely capable of monogamy–about as capable as anyone of any other sexual orientation. I’ve certainly been capable of monogamy for long

“Omnivore,” you ask, “where do you find all these kinky people to hurt and order around and do other perverted things with?” I laugh carelessly, lean back in my smoking jacket, and say, “Why, the Internets, of course!” Internet dating has been good to me. Craigslist played an instrumental part in my reclamation of my sexuality at

For all its ancient, primal beginnings, sexual orientation is a relatively recent phenomenon. Perhaps “phenomenon” isn’t the right word. What I mean is, the concept of sexual orientation, as we understand it today, is relatively recent. The word “sex” was coined sometime in the sixteenth century, at which time the word was specific to male/female interactions,

According to this article, there is now some scientific evidence that same-sex couples tend to find it easier to relate to one another than do heterosexual couples. It makes sense. Heterosexual couples have long been plagued by gender inequality, as has the wider world. In fact, if I recall correctly, the ancient Greeks believed that

My little cousins recently came for a visit, and I find it kind of interesting to watch how they’re developing. One of them is a seven-year-old little girl, who is a little bit precocious for her age. She’s already reading books at least three or four grade levels above her own. One of her habits

We took a nice long road trip this weekend, to scout around for apartments now that I’ve found a job. (Oh yeah - I found a job.  It’s about 9 hours away from where we live now, so trips to hang out are gonna be kind of a pain.  Not THAT expensive, I guess, but definitely

Hey, does it count as cheating if I add a page, and then post about adding the page? Naaaah! So, yeah, it’s a letter to (but not necessarily for) my brother. Feel free to read along! EDIT: Ooh, this makes 50 published posts in …. wow, it’s been nearly a year.

… says Evil Willow. And Reasonably-Good Me.  My brother’s out of town - on a different continent, even! - for three weeks.  Which leaves me hunting around for stuff to do, since a shockingly large part of my spare time is spent around him these days.  Well, not *these* days, but lately. Which is not a good

Lately I’ve been thinking about stealth kinks: those things you didn’t even know you liked, and thought you probably hated, until you tried them. After which they entered your Pantheon of Favorite Fetishes. sub lyn recently posted about how she started to enjoy one of my preferred predilections, the euphemistically-named “watersports“. (I hate most