November 2016

Orgasms per person per day – what better way to understand the world?

Trump has no tolerance for disrespect of him, high tolerance for hatred in his name. Steve Bannon threatens fifty years of Trump, and enthuses “it will be as exciting as the 1930s.” I’m scared.

Apparently, this blog is NOT one of the 100 best sex blogs. At least according to one subjective ranking.

I am troubled by all the hating that’s going on – on both sides of the political divide. I wonder if it’s not possible to heal divisions with my cock.

Why is it that what turns me on at the moment is images of women’s thighs and cunts, videos of women masturbating, coming?

The song never fails to make me cry.

Glenn Beck is right. (I know. I’m as surprised as you are.)

A new list of the top sex blogs omits this one. My feelings are hurt, but only slightly. More than that, I’m optimistic about other efforts to help readers find the content they seek.

I’m feeling a lot, and nothing. In this post, I explore my feelings. What they mean, what causes them, how they affect me.

There’s never been a better poet writing songs, or a better songwriter writing poems.