“Honestly, doctor, I think it’s highly inappropriate for you to show me something like that.” “If you say so. But as I explained, these pictures are a valuable way of evaluating your frame of mind. And then we’ll conclude our session here. I certainly have not so far seen anything to suggest schizophrenia or any other mental illness. These images are just tools to uncover anything I may have missed. I just want you to des...

On Monday afternoon, I was surprised to find two strange men in the living room when Rex brought me home from the barbershop. It was only the fact that I was stark naked except for my cock-cage and collar that I felt constrained from confronting them. Instead, I tried to kind of slip past them quickly to go to my room. "Wait a minute, Gianna," said Rex, entering behind me, "don't you want to welcome your guests?" I stoppe...

It was Saturday afternoon. Gallagher was out golfing with my husband Siddharth, so Dita, Gallagher’s wife, and I had a hangout session of our own. She came over smelling like fresh soap, and a new shampoo. Low cut white halter top, showing off her freckled, tanned cleavage, and her favorite pair of yoga pants. “Cordy! Please hold me.” She flopped and pouted as she walked into my arms and collapsed her head against my shou...

The next Sunday morning, I went through the usual routine of going to Mass and then having lunch with my family. I wished I could call Gina for some encouragement to calm my nerves a bit, but I knew neither of us would have the privacy to talk about what was on our minds. After eating, I told my family that I was going to meet Gina and Jenny, although I didn’t say that they’d be right on the street in front of my building...

Johnny was in the bathroom, trying to do his hair. Somehow, no matter how much laundry starch he put on it, he could never quite get it to spike up as perfectly he wanted, though he was determined to get it as good as possible for the gig tonight. For the start of the gig, anyway. By the end it'd be a sweaty mess, but so would everybody else's. Recently he'd gone back to having it orange again, after a period dying it bla...

“Happy Birthday, Roser!” My mum led the toast. My dad, my mum, and my circle of close friends from college all clinked glasses. “Here’s to many more,” said Maria, who I sat next to in class and was the best friend I’d made there. We sat next to each other in lectures. We went to museums and historical sites together. We were going to see Coldplay in May. “Thank you!” I had another reason to celebrate, though I was not abo...

The Sexual Revolution? I guess it had been around for a while by the early 1970s, but it didn’t seem to offer much to a working-class, rather ordinary-looking girl like me. By the time I was sixteen and approaching the end of my sophomore year, my sexuality was blooming, Yes, I did find outlets for expressing that side of myself. However, it didn’t involve having a boyfriend, at least not that year. I’m Chloe Mangano, and...

“Fuck,” I said. My wife of fourteen years, Marnie, had just gone for a shower. I figured that gave me twenty minutes or so. I pulled up my preferred porn site and scrolled through the thumbnails. These hurried dalliances with pornography were all the meager life-support that remained for my dismal sex-life. A few years after we’d married, Marnie went through a major bout with depression. She started seeing a therapist and...