Musing

These are a few of my favorite things.

My crush on Lauren Duca – a brilliant, funny, thoughtful cultural and political critic and journalist who ripped Tucker Carlson a much-needed new one.

Does sex addiction exist? Am I a sex addict? Was I a sex addict? Does it even matter what words I use to describe my experience?

What you send me is, I imagine, for me alone, that, when you come for me, you come for ME, and not for an army of perverts. I want to be your only pervert.

We all have things that make us feel alive, that remind us of our vitality, of our connection to the universe. Here are some of those things of mine.

When you reject me, am I rejected? What lessons do I draw from my rejection? What is the meaning of my rejection? And is the rejection mine? Or yours?

I’m thinking about the strategies I have for making myself feel alive, when I’m struggling with a feeling of deadness. And I’m revisiting my past.

Apparently, this blog is NOT one of the 100 best sex blogs. At least according to one subjective ranking.

I am troubled by all the hating that’s going on – on both sides of the political divide. I wonder if it’s not possible to heal divisions with my cock.

Why is it that what turns me on at the moment is images of women’s thighs and cunts, videos of women masturbating, coming?