Musing

I’m vulnerable.

I like having a secret.

My mother left me, and I can’t stop remembering it.

Relationships lead to loss. Jealousy is how I remind myself of that certainty.

It has taken me a lifetime to discern just what it is I want.

A woman asks me for sex toy advice. I advise her to ask a person with a vagina. And then, go ahead and give my answer.

I drink too much.

I crave a woman with fat thighs to remind me how fun going down on someone new can be.

Memory, truth, emotional experience, and the unconscious. WTF?

I got a tattoo.