Musing

As I gained control of my out-of-control behavior, as I discovered an ability to accept my desires and at the same time not act on them, I found myself increasingly in conflict with the philosophy of the 12-step programs, and…

We had a plumbing fiasco the other night. I probably could have fixed it myself but the water damage was extensive enough that I wanted to be able to sure someone if it want fixed right. So I called a…

In the world of twelve-step programs, there’s a ubiquitous construct:  the “inner addict.”  The inner addict is a sort of alter ego, a misanthropic, narcissistic Mr. Hyde to our better, more welcome sense of ourselves as a benevolent Dr. Jekyll.…

What is it about these words, “lover” and “play”? For me, they’re (almost) always a turn-off.  Not just a turn-off.  A dispositive, not-gonna-go-there turn-off. I have a bunch of associations with the words, none positive, and for better or for…

I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist.  I’m kinda shy, and have never consciously craved being seen in any way.  But this blog feeds an exhibitionistic urge I’m only just beginning to understand.  Somehow, it’s incredibly life-affirming to me…

“Jealousy” is what I feel when someone – someone whom I fear I may lose – wants something other than me (and thus exposes me to the fear that I may lose her or him).  “Envy” is what I feel…

This is pretty much my core fantasy – it gives me almost everything I crave sexually. It involves me and a number of women too large to count.  The women need not be models, or porn stars, or young –…

Turns out, a brief perusal of L’s Facebook stream reveals that her entire family was dressed in matching elven pajamas last night. Me? I was in my usual boxer briefs. And no, I’m not feeling better. But thanks for asking.

This looks fun.

It just occurred to me that our Liberator wedge is VERY tough to hide….  That’s gonna raise some questions.