Emily McCombs

Snickering at Anthony Weiner masks the brutal and difficult reality of coping with sexual addiction.

...[B]eing among the dead rightsizes my problems, makes me feel small like staring at the ocean. After all, we are all being carried along toward the same inevitable fate as the men and women whose headstones I pass on my daily strolls. The best we can hope for is that someday someone will stop to calculate our ages and wonder about our lives after we’re gone.

When you get a massage somewhere “nice,” they often have a little box to check regarding the gender of your masseuse.