N. Likes

Our relationship had become three-dimensional, and fucking was off the table. I was damned if I was going to let that stop me.

Not writing about not wanting to write about not wanting to write.

The anticipation of what’s to come is almost better than the coming.

A brief encounter with a woman I’ll never see again.

My cock is hard. Your mouth is wet. It’s simple, really.

Sometimes a single word says everything that needs to be said.

I don’t love the words, but I sure love the act. A meditation on the inadequacy of language.

I eat your pussy because I’m hungry, not because I’m generous.

The massage parlor offers certainty. The bar offers something better, but almost certainly not.

Two principles I try to remember: it’s almost always more useful to ask what *we* did than what *you* did, and more useful to think about what *I* can change than what *you* should.