Musing

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.”

I haven’t written much recently. Which means I have a lot of thoughts turning over in my head. [But this was from years ago….]

Am I really that hard to please? I don’t think so….

What I mean when I say that I don’t like to ask.

Thinking about words with T.

A glimpse, maybe, into how, and why, I do things that produce nothing but suffering.

Fond memories of a long-ago teacher of mine.

I like women’s mouths. They matter a lot to me.

Why peek-a-boo, and blindfolds, are, or can be, fun. But also why they can be over-stimulating.