Musing

I’m not feeling very good, and I’m facing some scary things up ahead. This makes me behave in ways that surprise me.

Some thoughts on the occasion of New Year’s Eve.

Lately, I’ve been digging some “lesbian” porn. Even though there’s very little that’s “lesbian” about it.

I’m not old, but I’m definitely getting older.

Eye contact is one of the hottest things on offer this holiday season.

What my anger feels like, what it does.

I like breasts. I don’t like boob jobs.

I really want to believe both Stoya and James Deen. Is that possible?

People with opinions just go around bothering one another.

I don’t need a holiday to remind me to be grateful, but I’ll take one anyway.