Musing

I have a meditation practice. This morning, I revisited a slightly deeper part of that practice. To excellent effect.

I feel some – but only a little – empathy for Jeffrey Toobin.

There’s a kinship among those of us who are up before the sun, and a unique way we feel the years turn.

It’s hard to feel bad for a sociopath, but the tiny violins are playing.

The earth is burning.

I haven’t missed a day of meditation in over two years. Today, I found myself lost in my sex addiction and narcissism.

I’ve always liked jerking off. Lately, I’ve been enjoying jerking off with sex toys.

A few questions, a few answers….

I never used to cry, but now, I dry at the drop of the hat. Here’s what’s made me cry the last couple of days.

I love when you send me pictures of yourself.