Remembering a dark moment
I remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would[…]
Read moreThe tale of N., from the beginning
I remember walking into the Harmony Theater. As I approached, my heart would beat a little more quickly. Adrenaline would[…]
Read moreThe other day, I wrote a bit about the trajectory of most of the relationships I had during my CPOS[…]
Read moreSome thoughts about sex addiction.
Read moreI’ve written a fair amount about my favorite fantasy and my fondest sexual memory (which together provide all sorts of[…]
Read moreI’m in a bit of a relationship/sexuality jag, reading-wise, and right now, I’m reading The Erotic Mind, by Jack Morin. It’s[…]
Read moreT’s ass looks great in denim shorts. But that doesn’t tell you very much about her.
Read moreBut enough about me, back to T – T, who didn’t ask for me to keep a blog, and doesn’t[…]
Read moreI have competing urges when it comes to writing about T, about our relationship, about our sex. I’m proud of[…]
Read moreThis is the ad I placed that resulted in my hiring my two trainers (and having a terrific time interviewing[…]
Read moreYou know how this story ends (or at least, how this part of this story ends). I’ve summarized it all[…]
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