Musing

A rant about the state of baseball, followed by strip club conversations with friends at the Yankee game.

When I wanted something, I had to have it — not out of weakness, but out of confusion.

I don’t usually obsess over a type, but right now, I need a pale, freckled, busty redhead like I need air.

I’ve never picked anyone up on the street. But I think it would be fun.

My peak erotic experience was real. My peak erotic fantasy is more revealing.

Please stay hard, please stay hard, please stay hard.

A long, breathless tour of everything running through my mind on the way down, and while I’m there.

Bad science, good questions, and the hottest sexual experience I can remember — one I wish I could forget.

I am scared of my desire — scared it will swallow you up whole.

Psychoanalytic theory, Oban, and the fragility of romance.