April 2015

Soon. I’m working on it. But stay tuned.

A woman on the train, so pretty I become a 17-year-old boy.

Your voice matters more than your face, your body, any of it. I keep trying to articulate why, and I’ll keep failing, and I’ll keep trying.

My superpowers include orgasmic control, cunnilingus, and doing anything other than what I probably should be doing.

At a party, I posed a question about double penetration to my namesake. He walked away. An old friend, though, was happy to debate the point.

Before the internet, there were personal ads — and a horny teenage SWNRJM, 17, spent hours poring over them, hunting for evidence that some woman, somewhere, might want him.

What I need from you today.

A to-do list masquerading as a blog post.

That moment when my cock begins to wake up — there’s nothing quite like it.