Death and my cock
My surprising strategy to fend off fears of death – mine or others – is to feel my cock grow hard.
Read moreThinks I think
My surprising strategy to fend off fears of death – mine or others – is to feel my cock grow hard.
Read moreIt’s a mistake to see what I write about here as necessarily a reflection of my mental state, or even what I’m thinking about. Often, it’s simply evidence of my coping strategies.
Read moreFor all my writing about glimpses up women’s skirts, I’m not really a big pursuer of such glimpses without permission.[…]
Read moreWhy do I procrastinate? Because I’m scared.
Read moreStrip clubs could be so much better. Don’t you think?
Read moreHypothesis: the ponytail is a signifier, communicating much about a woman’s relationship to sex. Ponytail variables include length, height, style,[…]
Read moreI’m a lucky guy. For the most part, I have what I want, and I want what I have.
Read moreA brief rant – out of character, I think/hope…. And first, a preamble: I close the toilet seat in my[…]
Read moreThere’s a difference. A leer is intrusive, objectifying, nearly hostile. The content is, generally, “I like that. I want that.”[…]
Read moreI haven’t read much of “Exhibit Unadorned,” a fellow male blogger referred to me by the lovely Horny Geek Girl.[…]
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