Musing

What it means when my cock is hard. To me.

I am, almost certainly, the single largest consumer of therapy you’ve ever encountered. That’s not the problem.

The best news I’ve gotten in years, and I can barely hold myself together long enough to walk through a subway turnstile.

In which I continue to use my date with Svetlana to explore my likes and dislikes.

My first date with Svetlana, after which i parse the difference between wanting to please me and wanting me to get what I want.

Two hours, imagining V’s mouth. Every detail of it.

What really makes my cock hard.

I feel anger. Which means I’m avoiding my sadness and my fear.

The most important moments to be grateful are the hardest ones. This year, I managed.

I can’t breathe.