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It’s 1933. We’re Germany. For serious. Are you a Nazi? Or are you in the Resistance?

“I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth,” Tamora wrote, in anticipation of an upcoming date. And that makes two of us: I can’t wait to feel myself in her mouth. I seriously can’t.

Domination can be fun. It also can be rape.

Life is, in fact, a Rashomon. Jane Mayer and I disagree.

I like being a part of someone’s rapturous joy. I simply will not participate in manifest suffering, if I possibly can avoid it.

T and I couldn’t stop laughing at this.

It’s the little things in life.

The hotel didn’t, initially, want to let me up. Thank God they eventually did, so I could fill Hope’s mouth, and her cunt, with my cock.

I’m scared.

One day, someone will explain to me the logic behind the current epidemic of security theatre around the country. In this episode, my (ridiculous) pseudonym is questioned, and I’m unable to prove that my fake name is MY fake name.