Musing

Despite transforming my relationship to food and fitness over decades, maintaining my body now feels like an exhausting and resented obsession.

The focus should be on why Trump sent a note to Epstein and the meaning of ‘enigmas’ in it, rather than its authenticity.

I’ve entereda new developmental phase: fantasizing about scenarios that can’t, shouldn’t, or won’t happen.

Online engagement with me, and with my blog, has diminished to next-to-nothing!

I like the image. But Trump is no Hitler. Hitler had beliefs. He’s more like Peron, or Pinochet, or Mussolini.

Reflections on the personal and psychological dimensions of oral sex and the sense of exploration and power it brings.

Fourteen years since climbing out of the wreckage, and I’ve never felt more alive—despite the limp, the pain, the aging. Death is a constant companion, sure, but so is desire, vitality, absurd good fortune, and the bittersweet weight of knowing I’m right at the peak.

A momentary lapse of reason about Serena.

Rumi knew something about desire.

More porn thoughts: MetArtX, SexArt and the portrayal of masturbation and sex. More thoughts to follow. Soon.