2018

Caution: the site is a bit of a mess currently, and is subject to pretty significant rejiggering over the coming days.

She’s striking, and she checks a LOT of my boxes.

On the one hand, I like it.

I will travel for you. You will give me precisely what I ask. We both will be enormously pleased.

Boundaries can be fun. Liberating, even.

I’m a hungry ghost, desperately seeking certain feelings, desperately seeking to escape other feelings.

I want you to be my assistant. To do all these things for me. Please.

I’ve been trying out a virtual assistant, and I really like it. Read on….

Green gabardine shirts, buckets of wet sand hauled from six-foot depths, and a shared copy of Playboy — the holy trinity of all-boys camp in the early ’80s.

A plea to a friend who’s gone silent.