May 2018

The hotel didn’t, initially, want to let me up. Thank God they eventually did, so I could fill Hope’s mouth, and her cunt, with my cock.

I’m scared.

One day, someone will explain to me the logic behind the current epidemic of security theatre around the country. In this episode, my (ridiculous) pseudonym is questioned, and I’m unable to prove that my fake name is MY fake name.

So many men are so poorly behaved. I’m embarrassed at yet another example of sadistic sociopathy among otherwise admirable men.

A gorgeous, inscrutable server….

A brief thought about someone I miss.

Invisibility isn’t a superpower. It’s a curse.

A surprising first date with a lovely young thing.

In which Hope, anticipating my cock in her mouth, writes some words for me, in my journal.

Ten seats away, a woman I’d once made out with was surrounded by men — and jealousy surged through me with an intensity wildly disproportionate to reality. Turns out, she wasn’t even the right woman.