Abandonment

Serena is late, and disappoints me just a bit. Turns out, I manage it fine.

The power of the unconscious, or, how I use women.

A birthday meal. And a disappearance.

Do I romanticize? I don’t think so. Not so much.

In which I realize some things about how I’m crazy, revisiting ancient wounds of loss.

Cleo dumped me.

In which a woman disappears on me. As so many have done. Am I wired to make women disappear?

A sudden re-realization.

The workings of my sexual response cycle.

Playing on the knife’s edge between safety and danger is where the fun is.