June 2020

This isn’t at all a summary of the post, but it’s hot, nonetheless: this week, I imagined a world in which V might once again suck my cock.

There are things I don’t talk about here. And there are places I don’t talk about “here.”

Marina finally sets a boundary, and I’m relieved.

Inspiration can be challenging.

Attempt to protect me from myself, #3,498.

Maybe Marina isn’t so brutal and sadistic after all…. Maybe I am the brutal, sadistic one.

Can you give me more than I ask for?

I sometimes forget that I am alive. Or rather, not so much alive as “extant.”

Sometimes I’m hot. Sometimes I’m not.

In which I propose an alternate conceptualization of the wildly popular notion of “attachment styles.”