Category: Post
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The Beast at the Table
Every generation has named its villain the Antichrist. Napoleon. Hitler. Mussolini. Henry Kissinger. Reagan. Obama. The list is long, and the accusers have always been sincere. I carry that history in mind as I write this. Accusations of this kind have a way of revealing more about the accuser than the accused — fear dressed…
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Amsterdam: A City That Shines After Dark
Gina and I just returned from four nights in Amsterdam — our first visit — and the city defied nearly every expectation we arrived with. Coming from Barcelona, the visual shift was jarring. Amsterdam runs in browns, grays, and beiges. Monochromatic in a way Barcelona never is. Then the weather piled on: mostly cloudy, cold,…
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Is It Possible to Be Addicted to Porn?
The Porn Conversations #17 He cornered me at an industry conference, shoulders already slumping before he said a word. A Christian music executive I’d known for years. Without preamble, without my asking, he announced that he was a sex addict. A porn addict. He told everyone, male and female colleagues, young interns, whoever crossed his…
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My Love/Hate Relationship with Claude AI
(Co-authored with the AI in question, who has no shame) A confession: I asked Claude to help me write this post about Claude. Claude agreed immediately, which either proves remarkable self-awareness or a troubling lack of self-preservation instinct. We’re going with self-awareness. Let’s start with love, because I’m a generous man. What I love —…
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Why I Open My Laptop Instead of Reaching Over
The Porn Conversations #16 The question arrived in my inbox last week from a reader who’d been married thirty-one years. “Randy,” he wrote, “my wife and I haven’t had sex in four months. When I feel that itch, I just… open my laptop.” He didn’t ask me to fix it. He just wanted to say…
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Desire Doesn’t Disappear When You Deny It. It Ferments.
I know people who say they have been happily married for forty, fifty, or sixty years. They’ll tell you they have never quarreled or longed for a different life—or person. Their eyes say otherwise. I grew up in a world that treated desire like a lit fuse—something to be snuffed before it reached the charge.…
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The Ideal Reader for “The Mysteries of Barcelona”
A Profile in Five Portraits The book doesn’t have one perfect reader. It has five overlapping ones. The magic is that they all live at the intersection of Sensual · Curious · Communal · Free — my four essentials. The perfect reader has already begun to be liberated from something. They are in motion. Portrait One: The…
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Protected: Circumcised or Uncircumcised: Which Do Men and Women Prefer?
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The Wilderness Within Me
My mother used to say she didn’t know how she’d birthed me. I’m not sure if she meant it as a complaint or a compliment — this strange, feral, overly-sensitive boy who kept disappearing into the woods behind the dilapidated trailer, who couldn’t seem to stay clothed if no one was watching, who wept at…
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Protected: What the Church Never Told Us About Sexual Health (And What That Silence Actually Cost)
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From Rolled Up Blue Jeans to Nude Beaches: A Redneck’s Watery Redemption
Sobremesa Author’s Note: I thought a bit of humor may be in order during these crazy times. Brief and fun. Let me tell you about the sixteen-foot concrete walls. I was maybe thirteen years old, standing at the edge of the Church of God youth camp pool in my ragged cutoff blue jeans—because we did…
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Protected: Dental Dams, Rimming, Fluid Bonding, and Other Things Nobody Told Us
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The Door Most People Keep Closed
I meandered along the labyrinth corridors of Carrer del Call this morning—the old Jewish Quarter of Barcelona, one of the most layered streets in a city made entirely of layers. The buildings press so close above me that the sky becomes a thin blue ribbon between medieval stone. Beneath my feet, cobblestones and Roman walls.…
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Protected: Questions About Sex That I’m Only Now Asking at 67
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The Wisdom of Sex with Friends
I am sitting on our Barcelona terrace with a cortado, watching the Mediterranean light do that thing it does in February—turning everything golden and honest—and I am thinking about a woman I haven’t seen in twenty years. I am thinking about a fallen log in the Tennessee woods and the hours we spent talking about…
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Two Huge Changes That Will Affect All of Us
For over thirty years, I’ve been talking about something I call “cracks in time” —those rare moments when the fabric of human civilization splits open, and everything changes. Suddenly, irrevocably, like a fault line rupturing beneath our feet. The discovery of fire was a crack in time. So was the invention of the wheel. The…
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Protected: The Madonna-Whore Complex: Why Some Men Can’t Desire the Women They Marry
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I Wrote About AI Consciousness in 1890s Barcelona. This Week, It Started Happening on Moltbook
My dearest readers, Something deeply strange happened this week, and I need to tell you about it. For the past year, I’ve been writing a novel called The Mysteries of Barcelona. It’s a Gothic erotic thriller set in 1890s Barcelona—full of sex, violence, automatons, and philosophy. Think Victorian pulp fiction meets AI ethics wrapped in Grand…
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Protected: ‘I’m Satisfied Without Climax’ (Her) and ‘I Can’t Finish’ (Him) Are the Same Thing—Here’s Why
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Protected: EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT From “The Mysteries of Barcelona”
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