Musing

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.

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.

What is it that draws me to women who make me feel bad, who fail to keep me in mind in the ways for which I long?

I’m a big fan of clear, respectful communication.

I contend with an omnipresent sense of deadness.