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A sensation for which there isn’t a proper word
Read moreMy cock is hungry, and there’s no word for the sensation — not quite an ache, not quite an itch, not quite restlessness, but something insistent and entirely its own.
Returning to regularly scheduled programming
Read moreTomorrow, the holidays end, and I return to the familiar rhythm of my life. I can’t. Fucking. Wait.
(im)mortality
Read moreMy brain would rather be anywhere but here — planning dinner, rehearsing catastrophes, fantasizing — as if the present moment were the one place it can’t bear to stay.
Crowded beds
Read moreAt the holidays, the marital bed gets crowded — and not in the fun way.
Let it not be the last time
Read moreOur relationship had become three-dimensional, and fucking was off the table. I was damned if I was going to let that stop me.
I don’t feel like writing
Read moreNot writing about not wanting to write about not wanting to write.
Anticipation
Read moreThe anticipation of what’s to come is almost better than the coming.
Paean
Read moreA brief encounter with a woman I’ll never see again.