Musing

I treasure little in life more than friendship, and I’ve lost the most important one in my life.

I have a complicated relationship to having my back scratched.

Is my (writing and reading) dam about to burst?

Who wears a mask? I do….

The workings of my sexual response cycle.

I like scotch.

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

Remembering my mother.

How kinky am I, exactly?

Moths. Flames. Etc.