
In the Works
Stop Trying to Decenter Men
What if the way to actually decenter men has less to do with discipline than desire?
LOS ANGELES
I write personal essays and cultural commentary on sex, dating, and starting over after 40. My work has appeared in Playgirl.

In the Works
What if the way to actually decenter men has less to do with discipline than desire?

In the Works
Three lovable red flags, one epic journey, and a heroine who never mistakes companionship for possession.

Art by J. Anderson
Goth Prom, 2026
Playgirl · October 2026
After nearly twenty years of marriage and a career built on being in control, I got collared for the first time at L.A.’s famous Bondage Ball, and discovered what surrender can give back when it’s freely chosen.
Read in Playgirl
In the Works
One of the sexiest things a man can do is go home. On hobosexuals, domestic creep, and why intimacy shouldn’t confer squatter’s rights.

In the Works
Sensory deprivation, a professional dominatrix, and the crash.

In the Works
Thanks to therapy and a few psychedelic trips, the voice in my head is no longer an asshole. Just unimpressed.

In the Works
An erotic correspondence with a stranger in London woke up something I feared I’d lost.

In the Works
I host play parties now. They need sacred time for intentions and boundaries, but still enough time left to actually play. What went wrong at this one, and how to host your own.

In the Works
I spent my first adult decades with a plan for everything, including love. Now I’m practicing something harder: releasing outcomes, including the one in bed.
In my early 40s, I ended a nearly two-decade marriage, left the job I'd spent 15 years working toward, and came out as bisexual. When I started dating for the first time as a grown-up, I expected to feel lost. Instead, I felt awake.
These days, I’m sex-positive and ethically non-monogamous. I host play parties with heart, dance like a fool, and keep my tarot reader on speed dial.
Getting here took a decade of therapy, leaving my religion, unlearning its shame, and going no contact with the asshole who used to live in my head.
I miss some of the people I’ve lost along the way. But I’ve built a new community and grown closer to the handful of family members and old friends who love this version of me best.
These essays are about saying “fuck it” in midlife and crafting a life that’s distinctively mine. It’s not a glow-up. I’m making the glorious fumbles I missed in my 20s, with the lights on.
I’m available for personal essays, cultural commentary, and service pieces. Current interests include sex, dating, kink, queerness, non-monogamy, belief, intimacy, identity, and life after leaving religion.
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