Musing

Psychic memory, and your hands on my body.

They weren’t able to make their phones work. I might well have had sixteen outstanding warrants. They asked me. I said, “No.”

You can’t ever get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find… you get what you need. And I need.

In which I rediscover a distinctly adolescent sensation.

This may be the least sexy post I’ve ever written. It’s about Kellyanne Conway.

The power of smell to transport me never ceases to astonish.

I love to look at a woman’s mouth.

I’m a seriously lucky guy.

Turns out, what I want and what I need aren’t exactly the same.

Would you name your son “William”?