I love being touched. Unless you touch me wrong. In which case, I hate it.
How T and I spent a morning, including cats, a magic wand, some sucking and fucking, and just a little humor.
“There’s something about a man in a suit.” I hear/read that all the time. I consider myself lucky, now, to wear suits infrequently – only to weddings, funerals, and bar mitzvahs. I used to wear a suit every day. Every fucking day. Perhaps it’s because I associate suit-wearing with a particularly painful period in my […]