Musing

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

Remembering my mother.

How kinky am I, exactly?

Moths. Flames. Etc.

Just because I’m not looking, doesn’t mean I don’t want to find….

I feel shitty. Oh so shitty.

Charlotte asked me to write about what it’s like to fuck her. I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind….

Thinking about Julie before and after we meet.

Still losing….

I get confused about which is which.