June 11, 2024 Photo by Matt G on Pexels.com It’s 2035. The space tourism industry that began in the 2020s is now a booming business. Rockets blast off every day, carrying scores of eager passengers on short, expensive rides far above our world. One of the tour companies is StarMagic, which offers its customers a… Continue reading My new short story: “Welcome to the Hundred-Mile-High Club”
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Porn in the good, old, USA
December 8, 2023 So help me, this came up in the search results for "sex." (Photo by Dainis Graveris on Pexels.com) If you're male, there's an excellent chance you took part in the ancient ritual that defines a young man's life: hiding porn from your parents. Those who grew up in the last century might've… Continue reading Porn in the good, old, USA
My old school
April 10, 2023 One Sunday morning about fifty years back, I woke up in my dorm room sick to my stomach, with a bad case of the runs besides. Luckily, the student health service at the University of Michigan was only a few blocks away. The doctor was middle-aged, with a grey brush of a… Continue reading My old school
Bots in love: AI-yi-yi!
February 16, 2023 Photo by Pavel Danilyuk on Pexels.com I quit. I'm done. Knocked out. Over. From now on, I shall no longer try to be funny. Before you say, "You mean you've been trying?" read my explanation of how AI has meine Emdener Gänse gekocht (cooked my goose, the Emdener being an oft-eaten German… Continue reading Bots in love: AI-yi-yi!
A pandemic diary: Sex and violence and then some
July 29, 2020 Six feet apart beats six feet under. Apart: Good. Under: BAD. Repeat until you're saying it in your sleep. Want to liven up a Zoom call? Say, “Raise your hand if you’re wearing pants!” Those who reject masks, vaccines, and science should be required to wear tinfoil on their heads at all… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Sex and violence and then some
Toys in the…well, not the attic
I don’t know why I write about sex toys so often. It’s definitely not based on personal history: in my long career as a human of the male variety, I have never needed any artificial prodding, encouragement, incentive, or hydraulics. Note: Vodka and “Taxicab Confessions” reruns don’t count. (Besides, I used to be a cabbie… Continue reading Toys in the…well, not the attic