Musing

I’m in pain, with little hope of relief. Ever. And it seems to be producing some intense emotions in me.

I know a creepy amount about my readers.

Somehow, when I see a wedding or engagement ring on an attractive woman, I make a lot of assumptions about her.

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.