Musing

Does marriage require deception? I like to imagine it doesn’t for me.

There really is no more lovely sentence in the English language.

You may not want to read about my politics, but every so often, I tell you.

If I see a beautiful woman wearing a t-shirt that says “Unicorns are real,” is she telling me about her predilection for FFM threesomes?

I definitely have a type. But I also definitely am not limited to my type. I’m attracted to all sorts of women, and there’s no “type” that guarantees my attraction.

Why do some people think they’re so much better than others?

An examination of all of the sensations associated with rejected or abandoned. Or imagining I have been.

How I relate to how I’m perceived.

If you give me something, please don’t take it away from me.

One of the nice things about having a blog like this is you can (I can) type some drunken thoughts, delay their publication by anywhere from 0-240 hours, and press “publish.”