July 2017

There’s nothing quite like the sound of a woman coming for me.

Go see “Baby Driver.” You won’t regret it. Unless you can’t tolerate the movie’s abysmal sexual politics and “depictions” of women.

I love being touched. Unless you touch me wrong. In which case, I hate it.

In which the highlight of my evening is scoring an umbrella.

If you want to suck my cock, I think it’s fair to say that, at least for the moment, you may do so.

Being a sex blogger can be hard, but it’s rewarding, in often surprising and complicated ways.

I like discerning what I think I can from people’s faces.

Many thoughts. Few words. No charger.