Musing

I don’t really like fucking – I wish I did, but I don’t.

In which I use ChatGPT to help me think about my strip club fantasy with Serena.

Reconciling myself to the inevitability of imperfection, the certainty of loss.

A delicious sushi meal, and then, Serena and I have a night of many orgasms. Among many, many other things.

The relationship between my life and my blog, in time.

A stolen glance. Shifted perspective. And loss.

In which I realize some things about how I’m crazy, revisiting ancient wounds of loss.

The excitement – and terror – of getting to know you.

I fall in love too easily. I fall in love too fast.

Answer me! Quick!