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Am I all good? All bad? Or is it possible that, like everyone, I’m a little of each? That I’m complicated, that I am capable of both good and bad?

I’m thinking about the strategies I have for making myself feel alive, when I’m struggling with a feeling of deadness. And I’m revisiting my past.

Orgasms per person per day – what better way to understand the world?

Trump has no tolerance for disrespect of him, high tolerance for hatred in his name. Steve Bannon threatens fifty years of Trump, and enthuses “it will be as exciting as the 1930s.” I’m scared.

Apparently, this blog is NOT one of the 100 best sex blogs. At least according to one subjective ranking.

I am troubled by all the hating that’s going on – on both sides of the political divide. I wonder if it’s not possible to heal divisions with my cock.

Why is it that what turns me on at the moment is images of women’s thighs and cunts, videos of women masturbating, coming?

The song never fails to make me cry. But damn.

Glenn Beck is right.

A new list of the top sex blogs omits this one. My feelings are hurt, but only slightly. More than that, I’m optimistic about other efforts to help readers find the content they seek.