Musing

A friend tells me I come across as predatory. I’m defensive about it, but I’m listening.

Ten sexual favors I’d put on tokens to cash in — and I just might.

I have a history of making trouble. Here, I wonder if some of it is justified.

I learn about a holiday I can really get behind.

She’s my type, she loved her work, and she never apologized for it — which is why a certain PSA really puzzles me.

In which I confess to having taken creep shots, and wonder about them – their lure, and the creepiness of them.

Some mouths are simply engineered for pleasure. Also, I love Twitter.

What Viagra feels like, from the inside.

For me, transgression has never been the point. If anything, it’s a damper on my joy.

I want to be everything to everyone, and when I’m not, it stings in ways that reason can’t touch.