Musing

What is to be done?

I revisit the same disappointment over and over, with woman after woman. Today alone, I managed it half a dozen times.

Metropolitan Diary: complexity

I thought when I pierced my ear that everything would change.

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.