Welcome back to Happy Endings — part peep show, part provocation, part practice — where I discuss things like ‘can a love language be ‘blow jobs’,’ and ‘when you touch yourself, do you touch yourself?’ and ‘bumping uglies while feeling ugly’
This post is my twice-monthly Praxxxis series — a highly personal, yet universal guide to intimacy — for paid subscribers.
My low gut has tingled from the most peculiar things this week, and I love it. My fantasies are offline rabbit holes, enriching my erotic creativity.
The arousal sensations from these bizarre stimuli have made me feel more alive than that one time I bungee jumped. (Which, really, just made me feel spiritually constipated. (Why is putting our body at risk some totem of bravery? A cold shower is all the thrill and mind-over-matter that I need.))
What’s made you feel aroused-in-an-alive way lately?
Don’t leave it up to your partner, or accidentally scrolling upon someone with sexy eye contact…
If you want some help, or if you’re curious what’s got me going, read the five things that brought me close to the (metaphorical) edge:
