I feel anger. Which means I’m avoiding my sadness and my fear.
I’m in pain, with little hope of relief. Ever. And it seems to be producing some intense emotions in me.
My surprising strategy to fend off fears of death – mine or others – is to feel my cock grow hard.
Why do I procrastinate? Because I’m scared.
The vast majority of dates I’ve been on in recent years have been something like “sure things.” Between my blog and my general propensity for repeat encounters, as opposed to first dates, I generally know not just that I’m going to end up with my cock in my date’s mouth, but when, where, how, even […]
There are devotees of The Ethical Slut who are militantly opposed to dishonesty anywhere in or among relationships among the poly world. There’s often a judginess that accompanies this that rubs me wrong. I wrote, almost three years ago, about a date I’d gone on with a woman who wouldn’t fuck me because, at the […]