Musing

I don’t think it’s a mark of optimism to have a glass that’s only half full. Mine isn’t.

A somewhat detailed description of how I get myself off. And, a picture of my cock. (A first!)

American media embarrass me.

I’ve been reading about desire, since I haven’t been feeling much of it lately.

Misogyny isn’t the issue. Men’s honor is. Sadly.

It’s hard to write about sex when my body hurts.

Anticipation is hot. Waiting? Not so much.

As my desire returns, it’s returning in unexpected, and unusual, ways. Why am I finding myself so hungry for really big breasts?

Have I gotten you off? If I have, I’d really appreciate it if you found a way to thank me.

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