August 2025

I’ve entereda new developmental phase: fantasizing about scenarios that can’t, shouldn’t, or won’t happen.

Online engagement with me, and with my blog, has diminished to next-to-nothing!

I like the image. But Trump is no Hitler. Hitler had beliefs. He’s more like Peron, or Pinochet, or Mussolini.

Reflections on the personal and psychological dimensions of oral sex and the sense of exploration and power it brings.

I hope this joint fails.

Paging through an old journal, I found this….

Fourteen years since climbing out of the wreckage, and I’ve never felt more alive—despite the limp, the pain, the aging. Death is a constant companion, sure, but so is desire, vitality, absurd good fortune, and the bittersweet weight of knowing I’m right at the peak.

According to Saya, I am an exceptional lover with remarkable skill in cunnilingus, creating a safe and thrilling environment for intense pleasure and prolonged orgasms, always prioritizing my partner’s satisfaction.

A mid-afternoon encounter with Saya. Including fucking!

A momentary lapse of reason about Serena.