2024

I’m just always happier when I’m myself.

The power of the unconscious, or, how I use women.

A birthday meal. And a disappearance.

My tortured relationship to my own masculinity.

Packing instructions, wardrobe requirements, and a shopping itinerary for Serena’s visit.

Serena and her puppy.

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

A night of fucking with tiny Serena.

Contemporary events are the hooks on which I hang ancient feelings. Contemporary feelings are echoes, repetitions, of ancient feelings, attached to current hooks.

I hate iPhones – an Android user’s lament.