Musing

I look much younger than I am.

I’m a masculine man.

I’m working on my fucking game. Seriously. I want this. I need this….

Curiosity and agency — the only things that ever really mattered.

Mine is, best I can tell, the only substantive male sex blog out there. Why doesn’t Google know?

The five remembrances.

The virtues of mass transit.

Writer’s block is a bitch.

I swapped the subway for a bike, and lost two hours of daily writing time. So naturally, I built an AI-powered voice memo pipeline to recapture it.

The core fantasy is unchanged, cast in amber. But my relationship to it — and to the distance between fantasy and reality — has shifted profoundly.