Musing

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.

I’m hungry for people. I’m hungry for Jude.

I want you. Forever.

First impressions matter. For a reason.

I love working out with hot women. And I long to keep the evidence I have done so. But I won’t.

Shame is such an uncomfortable sensation.

In which I unleash my manic desire for women in service of my physical fitness.

In 2021, I aspire to write more.