Musing

I never delete. It feels like an act of self-destruction, a crime against my own history.

I want to hurt someone. Not because she wants me to, but because I do.

A man on a train, his phone, and two young women — and the complicated sympathy of a recovering creep.

On objectification, the confusion it causes me, and the unexpected clarity that domination provides — and then takes away.

Sometimes N goes quiet while the other guy gets busy living. Here’s a chart to prove it.

I’m dominant, sure. But really, I’m just a four-year-old who’s big enough to take what he wants — and would prefer not even to have to ask.

Facebook and Tinder have teamed up to deny me the right to exist anonymously in their ecosystem, and I’m annoyed — even if my dance card is, at the moment, full.

These are just a few of my basic rules for distant buddies – or, if you prefer, online sex partners.

More on intimidation: I’m not intimidating at all, unless you’re inside your own head about the fact that I’ve had a lot of experience getting my cock sucked.