February 2025

I had a notion of how things would proceed. It was oddly specific in some parts. And oddly… undeveloped… in others.

I look much younger than I am.

I’m a masculine man.

I’m working on my fucking game. Seriously. I want this. I need this….

Approaching….

N’s Sapphic Soiree approaches….

Meet (and see, and hear) the lovely Layla, a new plaything.

There’s a lot of writing on its way….

Setting Amira’s mind at ease.

There’s no end to my ability to gaze at my navel.