2012

Dear N., I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can be bratty, demanding. I’m sorry that I don’t always give you what you want. It’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, that I don’t want to spread my…

There’s something about the image of a woman spreading her legs – clothed – for me that is about the most arousing thing I can imagine. This afternoon, I had some writing (not blog-related) to do. I got a fair…

The hottest girl in the world (THGITW), other than my wife, had her own reply to my post the other day, about cheating and judgment, and to the responses in the comments, but since she is the hottest girl in…

Comedy was a big part of my childhood. Not a day goes by that I don’t remember fondly some or other bits of comedic brilliance from sometime between, say, 1975 and 1985. Today, I found myself – for reasons I…

Lately, I’ve been observing – and feeling – all sorts of judgment. Now, when I’m at my best, I’m almost entirely non-judgmental. I don’t like judgment, don’t like judging people, don’t like feeling judged. The truth is, I think it’s…

In the first, I can see your cleavage, revealed by your mostly unbuttoned men’s shirt. Is it denim, or just faux-denim? Your breasts are round, full. I see one thigh – your left, unless the phone’s camera reversed the image…

Hey! Today’s this blog’s first birthday! Happy birthday, blog.

You heard me.

Mara describes her experience of Le Trapeze. And my cock. And Jen. And Jack. And Jack’s girlfriend.

I’ve posted a couple of Spotify song links recently. I was under the mistaken impression (I didn’t test the links) that they would, oh, you know, cause the songs to play. But they don’t. They cause Spotify to launch, and…