Musing

Charlotte lifts her dress for me, and I manage to be… disappointed?!?

I fly toward flames — jealousy, rejection, abandonment — and then wonder why I’m singed. Charlotte and I are working out the terms of our burning.

I like stretching with hot women. It’s like, my pandemic equivalent of sitting in a bar and meeting people – something I love to do.

Charlotte feels vulnerable, exposed, replaceable. She’s right, in some ways. But wrong, in the more important ones.

I’ve lost a LOT of weight. And, I’m not quite done!

Fumbling our way forward, Charlotte and I….

Sometimes, I hold back when I write. Or, I don’t write, out of holding back.

Chicks should just NEVER fake their orgasms.

How I use Charlotte to revisit my painful past. Not her fault, but….

What’s your guess?