Musing

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.

Lilly LaFosse got me thinking about what I think while you’re sucking my cock. It turns out, it’s complicated.

The list of those to whom I owe amends is long, and I can’t undo the past — but I can try to improve on it.

T had a date. I stayed home, meditated, and sat with the ugly progression of emotions that followed.

Blood doesn’t bother me. Tampon strings, on the other hand, are a different story entirely.

I was raised in shame, and lived most of my life there. I’m finding my way out, slowly.