Anger

Every woman I see has done something to her lips, and all it makes me want to do is run.

Despite transforming my relationship to food and fitness over decades, maintaining my body now feels like an exhausting and resented obsession.

A rough morning.

A parking dispute….

I have a LOT of intrusive thoughts.

Thinking about my relationship to fucking, handjobs, blowjobs, and… my father.

A realization about my writing.

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

The loss of my best friend.

Sometimes, I hold back when I write. Or, I don’t write, out of holding back.