An epiphany, of sorts
Reconciling myself to the inevitability of imperfection, the certainty of loss.
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Read moreMatthew Perry was extraordinary, or, the wisdom of addiction.
Read moreI drink too much.
Read moreMarina finally sets a boundary, and I’m relieved.
Read moreIt is a safe bet that if you are exciting me, turning me on, making my cock hard, you are not alone.
Read moreDoes the word “mania” mean what you think it does? Here’s what it means to me.
Read moreI’m a hungry ghost, desperately seeking certain feelings, desperately seeking to escape other feelings.
Read moreDoes sex addiction exist? Am I a sex addict? Was I a sex addict? Does it even matter what words I use to describe my experience?
Read moreWhy is it that what turns me on at the moment is images of women’s thighs and cunts, videos of women masturbating, coming?
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