December 2013

My brain would rather be anywhere but here — planning dinner, rehearsing catastrophes, fantasizing — as if the present moment were the one place it can’t bear to stay.

At the holidays, the marital bed gets crowded — and not in the fun way.

Our relationship had become three-dimensional, and fucking was off the table. I was damned if I was going to let that stop me.

Not writing about not wanting to write about not wanting to write.

The anticipation of what’s to come is almost better than the coming.

A brief encounter with a woman I’ll never see again.

My cock is hard. Your mouth is wet. It’s simple, really.

Sometimes a single word says everything that needs to be said.

I don’t love the words, but I sure love the act. A meditation on the inadequacy of language.

I eat your pussy because I’m hungry, not because I’m generous.