Musing

We repeat traumas because we want to. Freud taught me that, and my analyst helped me see it, and I’m still not done with it.

A pretty woman on the stairs, a tingle in my cock, and the long road from wanting more to wanting enough.

Orgasms are emotional points of inflection in time. What happens to you right after you cum?

In my moments of greatest pain, what I want isn’t sex — it’s sex I’m paying for. What the fuck is that about?

A retraction, a clarification, and an invitation.

Ten reasons, ranging from the noble to the narcissistic.

A manual, of sorts, inspired by Hyacinth, on keeping secrets, not being a dick, and defining success downward.

I used to crave rejection. Now I crave an endless supply of its opposite. Neither, it turns out, is available forever.

I used to hide behind your desires. Now I know what I want.

I know the sting of jealousy well, but I’m shockingly blind to the jealousy I inspire in others.