Musing

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.

Some friends and I have dinner, and objectify the waitress. In a way I’m embarrassed to say I’ve done forever. I see just a little Harvey Weinstein in myself.

#metoo, but different

I like Scotch.

Sunlight cures many ailings.